Tables turned.

Happy, free and fleeting
your smile, was my heart beating.
Now I can't face the facts of the face you put on.
So honest, oh-so-caring,
let's see these scars I'm wearing,
from when I'd have died to save you, or keep you from harm.
I wish every "I love you" was a stab wound inside you,
Every fuck, a bullet, shot by my gun.
...So tied up in your lies, love, let me untie you,
and when you crash to pieces, let that tell you, I'm done.