I cry, I scream.
Can't you see I'm hurting?
You walked away. Now a dead doll, unresponsive,
Pretending to listen, empty, distant, cold.
Angry at myself for believing, hoping,
That the frog can tame the scorpion.
Your mask fooled my love-blind eyes.
Recklessly and fearlessly I have loved...
It was my choice.
It is my pain.
It is who I am.