You promised to protect my heart,
but you are whom now it needs protection from.
I trusted the faith in your eyes,
the confidence in your touch.
So when it was you who laid me low.
I find that i am not as low as I could be.
When before this would have sent me to the floor.
I find I am still standing.
Cynicism has taken home.
I guess I knew all along.
You were the base that drives out the good.
The weak gold to my platnum.
I am not laid low by your betrayal.
In fact I pitty you for it.
Cause it is with it you loose.
Not just me, and whatver I was to you,
but you cost yourself the one thing you held dear.
your honor.
