It was all a fake..

For every new beginning
there must be an ending.
I'm not quite sure the messages you're sending.

You twist me up
into knots..
I guess I must have simply forgot

I forgot how you hurt me,
I forgot how I cried.
I forgot how there was no compassion, nor love in your eyes.

It was all a fake,
and now where are we?
I'm sitting here crying, you're grinning with glee.