Manipulation was your best weapon against me.
I've lost the war between what we used to have.
I always dream about you listening to my apology,
but you've flown away to another woman before I lost.
Your beautiful face still haunts my eyes, my mind.
The deepness of your Russian voice turned me into stone.
Each time time I saw your mighty muscles,
I strived to be stronger to protect myself.
You told me many times you'd rape me to win me back,
win me back from the man that ruined our future wedding.
I cheated because I couldn't resist your seduction.
But deep down the dilemma killed my heart slowly.
Now what destroyed your small heart more:
my horrible teenage angst or my love for a heartbreaker?
Will your promise still be fulfilled even after I'm forgotten?
After all, she does unintentionally resemble me.
What will you say if you saw who I am right now?
Wait, I forgot that you lied to me to get away.
The reason why you truly manipulated me,
I've become a slut that I've always hated you for.
I'm not sure if I want you for sex or some more heart break.
Our broken romance became our twisted lust for pain.
Who I was to you, I killed myself for it.
Who I want to be to you, I'd kill for it.
Did you run to escape me or your monstrous nature?
That sweet man that I once loved in a hopeless place,
was that who you once were or a mask to manipulate me?
I still love you even though you stabbed my soul.