The Wicked Will Rot

Was I?
My secrets are my secrets
My eyes strain
Clearly enough for you to understand something

I cannot act like it doesn't bother me
You already shattered my self image

No

You lack of compassion
You did it all the time even when I was standing next to you
So let�s converse over my imperfections
I've been pushed into this state of discomfort once before
I guess when I wasn't there, I wasn't there, period
Why should now be any different?

Trust is not an option with me anymore
With your self righteous fist of disapproval