The Conclusion

Don't look at me like that

I see the liar in your eyes

I'll no longer be your fool

My heartaches' made me wise.

Play on my sympathy all you want

Let the tears stream down your cheek

Ask for my forgiveness

But I won't let you make me weak.

You've lost what you love most

By your own hand it did die

I'm speaking of my love

Father…you've made me cry.

How does it feel to watch me go

Staring as I leave

Turning my back so easily

Leaving you to rot, in your own disease.