The day you gave it away,
You called me, I don’t remember
the number, but It was you.
You said you needed help,
So away I went, to find a way to rescue you.
I missed you so much,
I was alone, and you were there.
You were having fun, hanging out,
Being who you always wanted to.
I had no need to worry, at least I thought.
Several hours later, you called me,
from the same number, it was so late.
You called but not to talk. There I was, alone in our bed,
Listening to you; listening to her.
What did I do?
I listend to someone else fuck you.
I have known now, for almost a year.
You still have not told to me.
Accusations you place on me,
Just let them be. It is you
with issues within yourself.