• Well dear here we are as before. You not willing to give to me the truth of which, I need to hear from your lips. Why must you hurt me as you do? I gave you my heart and soul, and still, that was not enough. It would never be enough for you my dear. For the reason you do not let the truth come from your lips, is so you can watch me in my pain. For I am broken now. Like a child's toy which now lays under their. Forgotten. That's all I am now to you. You left me broken in piece. But now I've picked up all of my pieces. Now with a little duck-tape I'm good as new.