Wearing a mask of self-pity
I shut my eyes on everything good in you
I donned the mantle of a beast
To make a beast out of you
When my saddened reverie was shattered
So was your heart
For in trying to heal my self-inflicted wounds
I had mercilessly wounded you
Now with my open eyes and clear mind
I see the scars and realize
It was not my heart that was bleeding
It was in fact yours