It Won't Be the Last Time

The sickest feeling resides
It hides
It hurts when you kill
When you scar my pride

Lost in your eyes
I see no belief
I see no trust
No cause for relief

I see only things
I never wanted to see
Lies
Lies
The foundations of lies

The execution of lies
The result of those lies

My expectations of you
They wither
They die

And no,
You can’t hurt me
When you start to cry

It’s sick how you target
The guilt that I hide