Your loss.

I got beaten by a pro, but how could I know?

That everything he did, wasn't what he stood for.

Every smile and every joke, now seem so fake,

I knew what I was up against, I knew what was at stake,

the same as you should know now, what decision to make.


Give me a reason to stay, show me you care, 
or go back to same lies and brake all our ties.


I know its hard to fix things, but when you finally dare,
after all you are now putting me through - I might no longer be there.