Your love is like a riddle to me,

I can't seem to figure it out,

It has surely crippled me,

I'm going down without a doubt.


I can feel the pain and the anger,

The sense of betrayal so very sharp,

I know it can't actually feel like dying,

But it can't be far off the mark.


Who does this to someone they love?

If you don't love me now, did you ever?

You can ask me when I stopped...