When you are drowning,

In a sea of familiar faces,

And none move to save you,

When your trust is flung,

Back in your face,

Then you are truly lost.

Every rose you gave me had its thorns, 

Now I bleed, 

But you never look.

Anger has become my motto,

  I scream but no one hears,

This silence strains at bonds of blood,

Both yearn for escape

But the shackles of duty bind you.

You yearned for perfection,

But my good was never good enough,

Now you've stabbed me in the back,

And I am left to lick the wounds of my heart