Months have passed since last October.
It’s been a year, and now I’m sober.
Drunk with being naive,
I wasn’t quite difficult to deceive.
Now you came back
With words you never said.
Back when I was broken,
When I was half dead.
What do you want to hear?
What do you wish to see?
What is it that you expect to gain
From your puppet that was once me?
Different times, same delusive words.
You never really knew how much I was hurt,
Yet you struck again, with “sincerity” pronounced.
Will you tell me the difference between the devil that left
And the angel who flew back down?