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My wounds will heal; it all takes time, To heal a love that wasn’t even mine. The thoughts I had on the matters of love, It is bull when razors is what it was made of. The love I thought that was so strong, Had me fooled; I now know I was wrong. My wounds will heal; I know it will, But a broken heart is already a done deal. Words of deceit flows easily through my lips, I had everything I wanted at my fingertips. But you had other interests apart from me, I tried to be blind but now it is so clear to see. I am not all you want; it’s always been there, Else you would not have looked elsewhere. You would have been near me all of the time, I am left unsatisfied, is that suppose to be fine? I gave up the style you once knew about, Because you thought my feelings were a doubt. Every path I took seemed never to be enough, And you kept pushing me thinking it is a bluff. Every word I said came from the depth of my heart, But day-by-day, you just kept ripping it apart. I gave up a life just to be lonely and ready for you, You’d pick me up and do what you have to do. Deception my love is a game I hated to play, But you were the first to push me all the way. Being second will never be enough remember, I did not do that to you when you were a stranger. Being first is where I put you and should be expected, A love I had, with that only I thought I was protected. Deception my love is a game I hate with all my being, It creates a rage in me like nothing you have ever seen.
