I am a product Of your complacent game, Through years I have spent on my own. To gather And analyze, A reason for why, You meant so damn much When I never meant more, Than careless emotions From one I adored. So much I forgave you For All you controlled, Which was all That I lost In myself. You seem to be clueless, How could you be true? How fast I'd forget And continue on you. A girl With no reason. A taste For despair. Confused into thinking You're programmed To care.