From me, to you

If you're a fake, then so am I.
You had dragged me into your games.
And now that the person I've become has replaced the person I used to be,
I can see that you mean absolutely nothing to me.

I had watched you rearrange your thoughts with a pen,
Stringing them together only to rip them apart once again.
Now, I suggest you hold that scripted tongue,
And I pray you choke on those words.
For I am no longer as naive as I once was,
Meaning I'm not as stupid to believe in love.

Since your lies have infected these ears,
And my cries have been trapped in my throat,
I give this to you as an apology;
I'll give this to you as a goodbye note.
Because if you could hear the beating of my heart,
Or feel the pounding in my head, you'd see,
This was written better than you could have felt it,
And that's why there is no you and me.