You wrote me letters
and signed them with love.
You sent presents and money
like your words weren't enough.
You always offered to help,
no strings attached.
I blindly accepted,
falling right into your trap.
I loved you like no other,
and defended you to the end,
but your letters stopped coming
and I was left alone again.
You think money is the answer,
that it'll buy everything you need,
except at the end of the day
only your love could buy me.
So what did your words mean
now that you've disappeared?
What about your promises
that you'd always be here?
There is no defense
that could mend my broken heart.
You were nothing
but a liar right from the start.
