I must be a lying piece of shit, but I've never trampled a heart...

[jesuswhor]

It's not what you have said,
It's what you have heard
And the pieces crumble down.
So you call me a liar
And say I'm full of hatred,
But my bed was made for two
And I'm all that's left.
Questioning my purity
And the words I have spoken -
Tell me where your loyalties lie.
A broken promise on paper
Could never touch this broken heart
So step on it some more
Like a shot in the face
And ask me why I'm angry.

*This is my rebuttle...it had to be expected.*