you hold me close
just like i always wanted you to
but does it make you happy?
is it to make me feel better?
or just to meet your own sick ends?
you tell me you love me
it's what i've always
dreamed of hearing
from anyone, especially you.
but you've always known that haven't you?
you stand there, shocked
and i'm loving every second of it.
oh come on, i know you're not that stupid.
i know i'm young, and certainly naive
but i've never been blind.
i figured you out,
and you know what i realized?
it's easy to take advantage of the weak,
it's harder to care....
so who's weaker?
the victim or the culprit?
me or you?