Why me? Must it be?
Why am I the one you choose?
Why am I the one that gets used?
The one that gets abused?

You play your games like a child,
But you force yourself into a lie.
You make me feel like I'm a child
Or even an annoying fly.

I find your flags of red
And when I ask you, you run.
Because now you've made your bed.
Your lies were bullets and your mouth was the gun.

Why me? Was it because I'm nice?
Or was it because you thought I was naive?
I hate to tell you that you lost the roll of the dice.
Now you know I wont hesitate to leave.

But, why you? Why do you act this way?
Harming others on the inside.
Doesn't the guilt eat you up inside or choke you like a twist-tie?

Your lies create a web that only ensnares yourself because you secretly care about nobody else.
Why me? Because I'm me.
Why you? You tell me...

The memory of you is only a shadow of what it used to be.
I couldn't be happier to forget something,
And finally be free and be me.