You're going to do what you're going to do, even if it breaks my heart. There's not much I can do about that. It will just eat you alive and misery will become your closest friend, it will never stop haunting you until you close yourself off to your sinful desires. The pain you've caused will never disappear, that scar is here for good. You should've thought twice of the love you promised so true before you stuck the knife through my chest. Now Christ is left to clean up the mess, to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart, broken and torn apart. Maybe next time you'll remember me and your hearty claims of love when you play next to the fire pit. Don't fall in..