I believed the shedding
Of your crocodile tears...
Think me not stupid,
Only know me once naive.
You bluffed apologies,
Denying me resistance.
I gave you sympathy,
Only to be rewarded apathy.
With one too many chances given,
One too many heartaches received.
A girl with a heart of gold,
And a boy with no ardour to hold.
Those one-too-manys were the last.
I need not be subject to masquerade.
I moved on little too fast,
And left my heart little to spare.
I feel my heart sober
After drowning in spirits.
I look at you and see tears -human tears-
But it is too late now for those.
Should've thought it over
Before walking me over,
For my mind has been set,
And I plan on following my plan.