The Burn

“Why not lose yourself with me?”
You posed the question gently.
You pulled me towards you,
And I was at a loss for words.

You always had a way with moments,
But your real pleasure came from my torment.
You caught me with your eyes,
Then hung me out to dry.

You never call.
You show me no concern.
Don’t drag me down to Hell again,
‘Cause you’re not worth the burn.

You broke our plans at the last minute.
You said you’d make it, then you missed it.
You always let me down
And gave me the runaround.

But in your wake, you made me hate
Myself and all my silly traits
That made me lose your love.

There’s always just another story with you
And I can’t handle even one more excuse.
Your inaffection used to drive me so mad.
I've got no interest to relive what we had.