I might not be strong, but its easy to see,
that what we once had, was never to be.
The time for goodbye, is branded in your eyes.
The hunger we once knew, are memories pushed aside.
As truth became harder to find, we went our separate ways.
Only the lies, pain and hurt remained.
Love is a blindness, a burning sensation.
A masquerade of falsehoods, and confused fixations.
You left behind, a punishment beyond cruel.
I was your newest conquest, a love never real.
You had an emptiness, a sick itch with no feeling.
But no more tears for me, this lady learned how to heal.