Turn around and see your errors.
You will witness heartless terrors.
Stop dead in your tracks
Your lies seep through the cracks
Stumble through a mouth of excuses
Blown my love like a field of fuses
You have used me for the last time
Just like you spent me for every dime
Be happy with your selection
Play the game with perfection
Shut up when you're talking to me
Leave me alone and let me be
You will not lie to me again
My healing process shall begin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.