As I sit down and lie in my bed
I scroll down a list of the words I said
I realize our relationship is finally dead.
So that's why I'm haunted
by the word that I said

The pictures I painted
The words that I read
From me to you
Here's what I said

"I forgive and love you and always will"
But if I'd known what your did
I've would've changed my will

Till death do us part
I gave you my heart

Forgiveness is empty
and so were you words
When there's something more
like what you did with that whore

She's got words
and pictures from you
That I would never give
because I am such a bore.

Since, I'm not a whore
just tease and a bore

I'm sorry to her
She's not the whore
It's you who slept with her
And begged me to do more
thank god I'm a bore,
not some tease or some whore

Yet when I think of you,
My dear and my love.
I forget all the facts
and send out a dove

I only remember the
words you said
They seem much sweeter
than what you did in your bed

What we had was something more
than you could ever fuck away
one-night as a whore

I've forgiven you
And not myself
Because I love you
more than I could tell

I lost you
and it feels like a dumb mistake
I hate myself
for letting our relationship break

The only way I could live
Was to delete you
and forget you exist

From pictures of us
to paintings in my head
I could only hate you
or love you till I'm dead