You cooked it, in the lies
behind my back, while you told me, you\'re mine.
So bruised, so used. My heart lays sore as it frys.
Silently, you devour the taste, when we dine
You burnt it, in the betray
when you are sleeping with her.
Under the hot water, straining to beat. But all I can do is look away.
To you, does it smell sweet, as gum myrrh?
You boiled it, in hate that I collected,
when you turn my heart, in a game
I am another, your victim that has been infected.
You pick and choose players, but we all end up the same
As your tinned tomatoes....