Feels like it’s all turned bitter now
The sting of looking like a fool
The burn of being tricked and used
The pieces of each broken rule
The absence of the web I built
The hole where all my work has gone
The yank of being on your string
The frozen shock of being wrong
I feel if I could make you pay
To show that I was really right
Then I could leave this hurt behind
But really this is my own fight
It’s okay, it just takes more time
It hurts but slowly it will heal
I’ve grown and learned and shared myself
I know that what I did was real
