Betrayed: Volume Two The Final Notes On A Dying Scale

I look in the mirror, stare into my eyes
I see the light within them, though my soul
Does not reside.

I am haunted by the words, you've penned so many times
They repeat over and over again, in never ending lines.

You're a completely different person
Oh, and you're two-faced too...
By the way, I still have your ring, it's waiting here for you.

So I come to you, my friend, to lean on for support
And you tell me you can empathize and you fucking side with her?

Well the truth is, I don't need you, and I never really have.
I've only been a puppet that you can beat until you laugh.

To this day, I don't know what went on, but I have a feeling
That crimson blood was dead on, soaking, eating...
Away at your conscience, for something you know you did wrong
You just didn't want to admit it, you burnt it, and just run.

You build someone up, only to see them fall, and then you try and justify it
But saying, “I'm sorry, I'm emotional; it's not my fault.”

Well you know who's fault it is, don't you? The fault is mine.
For ever trusting you, even with an inch of my life.

You think you can make it all better, by saying you still love me?
You should've thought of that before you took me over completely.

Why I ever even let you in, I'll never really know...
Maybe it's because you were never the person I really loved...
At least, not anymore.

How does it feel now, to take a look in the mirror?
Do you take pride in cutting my soul until it's bleeding silver tears?
That your words gouge razors into my skin?
That there were so many times I wanted to take my life, just to be with you again?

Do you see it now? Who I've become?
An empty soul sucked dry from your 'love'.
Well you can take your bullshit, take it and run
Because when the dawn breaks, I'll already be gone.