The Third Person
How did i become the third person in my own love story?
I knew something was off.
Slowly i was drifting far.
Maybe your lies were perfect.
Or my trust on you was making me blind.
All of a sudden,
My world fell in pieces.
You left me with a letter,
Saying she was all you ever wanted
Was i that easily forgotten?
Or was i just a subsitute of her absence?