The lies flow like water, The hate pours out like rain, Fear and confusion settle in, Joy’s been all but slain. Lured me into your web, Baited me into your trap, Disoriented and confused, Like being lost without a map. I see you walking by, Your face that I despise, I’d rather be beaten with the truth, Than tortured by your lies. The things you couldn’t tell me, Were the things I always knew, And even though you said they weren’t, I knew that they were true. Now it’s in the past, And you’ve probably forgot, But I will never let it go, I’ve come too far to stop. One day you will pay, For all the pain that you have caused, Right now you think you’ve won, But you haven’t; you have lost.