Damn you.

Your empty words will not haunt me. The face that we've learned doesn't belong to you will not remain in my heart. Shame on you for letting my sensibility slip from me. Shame on me for letting you. I sold your soul to a pack of wolves for two pounds of pride and a lifetime supply of regret. I can put my smile back on, but can you live with yourself?

I used to be so obvious with my words;

but at least I was honest