I sat and listened to all of your problems. A couple drinks and a shoulder to cry on. I asked you what it would take. You let me down and spit in my face. How could I be so naive? Another thought of you and I might break. I tried to hold you up, but my elbows buckled. Crushed by the weight of your baggage. Come crawling back when you're broken. When you're feeling so hopeless, looking for a way out. No need to show you where the rope is, You've already hung yourself with it. Suffer for the rest of your days. Consequences of the choices you've made. I have no pity for your sorry ass. Time to reap what you've sown. Dead end path, empty hands. Predestination, life's cold plans. Can't believe I haven't lost my mind. But I keep digging though I fear what I'll find. I've made my mistakes. But the worst one of all was investing my trust. Bled me dry like a leech and threw me under the bus. Bitch