Yielding To Furiousity

I avoid you
For the fear You may not be true
The world lusts for others' victory

I want simplicity.

Friends I have thought of you to be
But nothing have you done other than to betray me

I want to feel free.

You possessed my trust
You discarded it

I want to believe

Your indirect hypocricy has driven me crazy
Your unreliability cut deeps within
Now,

I want to hurt you hard
I want to make you cry

Then I'm certain
You'll steer clear from hurting me ever

And if you still haven't got a clue
To whom I'm referring to

Fuck, its You.