I never asked for the excellence that you tried to preform
You never made it seem like the words you said would do any harm
I never forced you to say the three words that would one day break
You left with the one thing I never knew someone could take
I knew the things you would do to this little seed
That’s called my heart is what I’m lead to believe
The things I felt I don’t ever want to feel again
It was as though I was the writer and you were my pen
Trust was something I had to learn with you
But the one thing that you couldn’t be was true
I told you ‘I loved you’ and said ‘I’ll always be there’
You promised the same as you stroked back my hair
We’re strangers with memories is what some would say
I will always remember that cold November day