Treason, my heart suffered treason
At your hand and your doings
When you hit me my heart broke
And on my tears I did choke a question why?
Why did you leave me this way?
A place where I dread to wake
A memory of violence for violence’s sake
That was your mistake
I need to go now
Away from you
I need to leave you
Your heart isn’t true
For if you loved me
You’d have kept me like a precious statue of glass
Your test you didn’t pass
I am going
At last
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