I was naïve I trusted you,
just as you always meant me to.
You were convincing when you lied
but when your lust was satisfied.
You wanted nothing more to do
with me. You said that we were through…
I hope your conscience bothers you
I really think it ought to do.
One day you’ll get your fingers burned.
Your chosen victim will have learned
To take her vengeance out on you
for something that you did not do.
Some lying lover just like you
deceived her, broke her heart in two.
Then merrily went on his way.
There always comes a reckoning day.
I only hope I’m there to see
you pay for what you did to me.
18-Dec-08
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