I was angry with your lies,
You apologized, my anger did die;
I was angry I was betrayed,
I did not show, my flame did stay.
And I kindled my flame's burning parts,
Day and night with embers of my heart;
And I stoked it with blood of my veins,
And with ashes of my soul dying in pain.
And through the months and years,
My hurt and bitterness grew in tears,
Till my heart was black and dead,
And I sought naught but vengeance red.
And when you left safety's doors,
My rage could take no more;
In the morning, to my glee,
Your lies were painted for all to see.