I can't believe it,
So I turn a blind eye,
Take your time,
When it comes to telling me.
I don't know,
What to expect anymore.
Where we even friends?
Or was I just a conquest?
You couldn't have me,
That fuelled your desire,
And I stupidly fell,
For all your lies.
So on the seventh day,
Of the eleventh month,
Will you be there?
Will you wait for the eleventh hour?
Or will you forget?
And not care anymore?
Sad thing is,
I think it will be that.