It's a shame that the heart from the start is deceiving yet believing in things spoken. A word, a token, a pact to distract from the real feeling which left me reeling. So what, it's enough that you tried, no, you lied and I died a little that day. I say this way is right but you insist I don't understand yet in my hand is my heart in pieces and parts. What's to know? That you bestow a blow with your rationale that reasons with only you? I heard the words, I heard the claims but I still blame only myself for believing in the illusion you fed me