I want to believe you, I really do. But every time I look you in the eyes when you tell me you love me, I see the same eyes that have lied to me a million times in the past.
So please, tell me, how am I supposed to trust you when all you've done is stolen every ounce of trust I've ever had?
It's the same eyes that stared straight into my soul and told me "I have to work late." Then told me "she doesn't mean anything to me." "It was a mistake." "I would take it all back if I could."
Lie after lie after lie after lie. Do you enjoy the thrill or something? Because that's sure what it seems like. You didn't feel bad that you did it, you felt bad I found out.
You hid things from me, refused to come clean, and sure, I'll admit I pretended I didn't know the truth. And maybe I should've just called you out, but I had higher hopes for you than that.
I wanted so desperately to believe you were telling me the truth, but you’re not a good liar. Well, your mouth is, but your eyes told me a whole different story.
And even though I didn’t believe you when you said you wanted to work things out with us, I let you try.
I hoped that one day I could trust you again. That your lies would somehow just stop. Hell, I’m still trying so hard to believe you.
But every time you tell me you love me I can only think of all the other things you’ve lied to me about and I’m left wondering why this would be any different.
You can’t un-break trust, especially not mine. It takes constant effort to build trust with someone. And it takes one lie to ruin it all. Putting it back together is close to impossible.
I can’t let go of the lies you fed me. I can’t forget the hell you put me through in thinking you could play me the way you did.
So if you're ever wondering why I left you, honestly, it's your own fault. Because I realize now that I'm worth so much more than your excuses.