Skinned Alive

A pillow soaked
A friend's shoulder cried on
Why is what I ask
You said you were one of
The nicest guys I'd ever meet
And even now, I'm still inclined
To believe you
You said you'd never hurt me
But you fricking lied to me
What's even worse
It was the first
And I completely trusted you
You said you were nothing to cry over
And told me, "Don't cry"
But I did because I lost you
But then I found out about her
And though I still care just as much
It filled me with rage and burning fury
Taken out on the faces of good friends
The fury you filled me with took control
His eyes watering and glasses gone
Her face and his both red and stinging
Because of this rage that almost none
Have seen me in before
But besides the fury
The rage and the hurt
And besides the sadness
I can't help still feeling
The way I felt about you before
I'd do anything to have you back
Because without you, I feel as if
I've been skinned alive.