Burning Bridges

I dyne what I see with my eyes.

You comfort her when she cries.

Am I naive, believing your lies?

You say it’s over and that it had never begun.

That you wish you could take back…

What’s been said and done.

Have I been tricked…?

To think that I’m the only one?

But how can I have no doubts,

When this situation ceases to end?

(You claim hurting me is not what you intend)

Your Bridge is not burnt, it’s just starting to bend.