I'm crying.

Have you ever seen a lie?
Heard a lie?
Knew it was a lie,
and yet.. You believe every word?
You forget your instinct,
believe it because, for that split second,
it makes you happy?

Ever seen a cheater?
Knew they were a cheater?
Loved a cheater,
and knew they made you happy,
even though later,
for weeks you'll cry when you really see it?

Were you okay with seeing me in pain?
Or was it just a momentary thing?
When, it made you feel better.
It made you want to laugh,
because it wasn't you.
And finally,
you were better than someone else.
How could you?
How the hell could you do that to me?
How could you watch me cry,
See me silently die,
and be so damn proud of yourself?

I don't see how it makes you a man.
I really don't.
I don't see how it makes you better than me,
Is it because I'm pleading and crying?
Is it because I let you fool me for so long,
Even though I saw it right in frount of me?

Our love wasn't love.
It was lust for you,
and I guess that's all I'm really good for.
Am I right?
Because, it seems that way to me.

It really does.