wipe off that makeup, love,
cover yourself back up
that skin just reminds you
of how he takes advantage
and how you never learn
years of tears, then there was hope
but he was a mistake
all those nights spent
waiting up
making excuses for him
taking the slurs and the words
and turning them into love
turning them into a scared hurt soul
but it was all in your head
his first and last love is for himself
it was never for you
nor will it ever be
he wants to revel
he wants power
he wants none of you
save the ego trip you supply
it is his oxygen
while he is your's.
Make it was, love. Make it was.
