Bitter Taste

The whispers in the shadows, fucking echoes of a broken vow

Disappointment, is a bitter taste, damn etched upon my brow

From promises that crumbled, hopes that turned to fucking dust

Every face is a mask of fucking lies, in whom, can I trust

Her voice is a haunting melody, a whisper on the cold breeze

Flirt with many, love none, she says, a broken, cold decree

Protecting her fragile heart, from the world's cruel embrace

Building walls of lonely stone, within this desolate space

They all say they are different, Ya! a different kind of damn pain

Sting is just as sharp, leaving scars that will remain