Oh dear,
You crossed the line, you deluded love with lust and then you'd think it would last.
Or what are you actually thinking?
Do I really want to know?
Because whatever we trusted that you said you wouldn't do, you did it anyway, what's there left of your credibility to account to?
Oh dear,
You made me cry, yet again, spilling my tears unto my blanket and holding fast my forty winks, lest they slip away into the breaking of the morning.
Oh dear,
Your friend even had to apologize to me, for your mistakes, mistakes that she did not make. She carried them for you last night.
I really wonder, what the hell have you been doing.
I am not concerned, I am pissed off.
You let your free will mess around with you and look where you are.
You are becoming less of a man that you never were.
Hopefully, she does not turn out to be the same mistake, but how you both happened.
Is fast becoming a sick joke to me.