I had a premonition that I was the only one being truthful.
Hours fall to days and gather to years of all my time and effort gone to waste.
Your dedication and honor to me as the bearer of your seed fell short of being your first or second thought
That flame you had in your heart for me has burned out and all that remains are the cinders of your guilt
You never turned around to look back at all you had to lose.
My focus now is to look forward to all I have to gain.
Within the story of my life you have managed to become the topic of my history because, with all your see-through lies, who you really are, as a person, is no longer a mystery.