I hoped I'd never write again
or at least it'd be my choice
I thought I'd finally left the pain
I knew I'd find my voice
But then somehow now it's lost, I threw it all away
the cost of my insecurities, or at least that's what they say
I'm used to being second choice, I've been one all my life
for some reason, even to God I'm nothing but a wife
So I'm sorry if by time you came I couldn't understand
it's just that I'm so used to pain it's all that I can stand
so when you told me something else it had to be a lie
but in fact the only lie you told is you'd never make me cry
and to be honest I don't think I can say it's all your fault
but now all the feelings I had for you, I've stored them in a vault
no love, no pain
no anguish, no flame
B