I gave to you my heart and soul
and you threw it out in a little paper bag
You left me standing here with everything hanging out
Exposed to the elements for all to see
And when I think of how I spoke to you
and the millions of things I said
The way you never listened
showed the way you never really cared
Sweet blasphemy
Stemming from your ignorance
You left me standing out in the cold again
I should've known better
I should've never let you get to me
But next maybe I'll know better
but who are we kidding
best of luck to me
