It's not only my feelings you're hurting,
Nor my trust alone it destroys.
It's not only my love you're pushing away,
It's the love and the trust of my boys.
Tenuous, tacit and tawdry,
Your synthetic attempts at concern.
The feelings you fake,
Each promise you break,
Ends here at the bridge that you've burned.
Betrayed and deceived,
The last time we'll believe
In the lies told to further your gain.
So move on, take your game to the next fool,
Who for love, will suffer your pain.