For all your faking, for all your lies I can hear your cries late at night between her thighs wishing for me to come back to rescue you from the hell into which you fell the very day you made me walk away. And walk I did - silently with a heart full of grief as suddenly I had to realize you don't care about me or me being a serious part in your life. You wanted to use me your f**k-buddy I should be. I'm so glad I was smart enough to see all of this early enough and that I was tough enough to prefer the cold dark night to staying right by your side where the only feeling I had was that of loneliness after you took no time to caress my soul anymore. I was treated like whore but you should know I've come back to life again like the Phoenix from the Ashes. I am not in pain, and it's not me I have to blame. The only question that remains is: Who will actually be the loser in this game???