I'm still in shock, I'm still confused
at how someone can be so cruel.
How do you live with what you do?
You're such a leech, you're such a mooch.
The truth still hurts, it burns my soul,
it breaks my heart, my mind is blown.
How could you hurt the ones who've shown
you kindness when they opened their home
to such a stranger, the danger unknown.
You selfish child; too brash, too bold.
Your heart is cold, but you pretend to be
this helpless sheep, this kick-puppy
to gain the things you refuse to earn.
You take and take with nothing to return,
leaving only a scorch of where you've been
for the one's who fell for all your tricks
wondering how we were so stupid?
We'll never be kind to others again.
I watched my family slowly slip,
emotions welling, losing grip,
trying to cope with what you did,
you broke their hearts with a silent treatment.
And as for you, my former friend,
a faded flame, a broken confident,
I can only hope you learn a lesson.
Karma has a way with words.
As for me, I've not lost my faith
even with all the mistakes I've made,
I bite my tongue and bottle my rage,
containing all that I long to say
knowing that one of these days
you'll know the world in the coldest ways
and when you turn around begging to be saved,
we'll be gone, babe.
We'll be gone.