What Hurts The Most

Everything we are
Everything we were
Is nothing but a blurred line on torn pages
So much of myself
Was poured into you
You held it in your hands
Only to let it spill onto the bloody sidewalk
What good came of me to you?
A way to pass the time
And commit a crime against the rules of love
And the words still whisper from your lips
They hit me with the pleasantness of a bee sting
All they are and all you are
Is another lie the world told me
Maybe true love doesn't lie
Then you were never mine