The Art Of Losing

I'm not fucking blind to the waythat you talk around the truthnot just what you saybut what you doplayed this tug of war way too fucking longlike every timeagain I've lostyou've wonyou took advantage of the trust that I gavetook my forgivenessrubbed it back in my facereaching for words but there's nothing to sayI'm left to wonderwill this ever be the samethis rageburning through my veinsregret consumes my mindcutting deeply like a razor bladewill I live to see another daywithout questioning your motiveswith constant doubtyou took advantage of the trust that I gavetook my forgivenessrubbed it back in my facereaching for wordsbut there's nothing to sayI'm left to wonderwill this ever be the sameand as we sit back waitingfor these scars to healtry to convince ourselvesthat thisthat this isn't realwill you allow me forget your pastor will you always hang it over my head