I show at least a bit of kindness and it's very broken.
I read your words as though they were talked.
You'll generally cherish her for whatever is left of your life,
Be that as it may, she didn't need you; she was another man's better half.
She utilized you and left you a shell of a man.
I lifted you up and gave all of you that I can.
I give you my everything, and it's never enough.
Perusing the diaries you compose for her are amazingly intense.
I detest a lady I've never at any point met.
She took the best of you, and left you a disaster area.
To her, you were just an escape and an indulgence.
The day she surrendered you, at that point you felt her sting.
Be that as it may, why spend such a significant number of years endeavoring to turn back time?
I have the discipline for another lady's wrongdoing.
I abhor myself for being second best.
I ought to have allowed you to sit unbothered and looked like the rest.
In any case, for you I felt feel sorry for, I saw a man to mend.
Be that as it may, my feelings are squandered, you couldn't care less how I feel.
I should feel cherished, needed and wanted.
Rather I feel desolate, fatigued and tired.
A couple of useful tidbits to my more youthful self,
It's smarter to be left up on the rack.
Try not to endure short of what you merit.
You ought to dependably be a need, never a hold.