By J. J. Rupert
The fire and rage trapped in my heart, is starting to rip and tear me apart.
I once thought I knew, but now I know better,
And now i'm the one who feels like the debtor.
My curiosity got the best of me,
Why couldn't I tell? Why couldn't I see?
What was coming between myself and thee?
And though feelings betrayed can not be erased,
My affection for you was, by metal, encased.
You left me stranded, to fend for myself,
Which seems like a malicious act in itself.
And even though now, I am all but alone,
The wound left in my heart can not be re-sewn.