A Traitor's Love Letter

A Traitor's Love Letter

 

 

Roses are gray

The sky is black

Your staring at me

And I stare back.

 

I see right through your soul

Your tattered old skin

See right through your charm

Right through your whim.

 

To think your so smart

To think you've won

Well I assure that

You have lost.

 

You think It's a game

You think it's a show

Well baby, in this movie

Your the foe.

 

You gave her a ring

And told her that you love her

That's what you did to me

But we are so over.