Faith.

Is what I'm loosing in it, never recognizing an honest will for this from you. And I'm not a fool so I already know you never want me back in any other way either. So what's left except that fakeness after you've gotten what you want? Who knows, but atleast you'll get what seems to be the most important thing for you from me.

"I may look happy, but honestly dear,
The only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear
I see the vultures, they watch me bleed
They lick their lips, as all the shame spills out of me."