I have been tore up,
And dragged down,
I have been lied to,
And blamed on,
Promises after promises,
Have been broken,
On your account,
I was a child,
Obviously so were you,
I was confused,
And unsure of why,
Why you would do such things,
I thought that you had loved me,
Loved me as your own sister,
Your oppressions onto me suggested otherwise,
I had tried to move on,
But you had lured me back 3 years later,
Why I had let you do that,
I have no idea,
I was a dumbfounded sheep,
You placed these transgressions onto me once again,
You were just a heartache to me,
I had expelled you from my heart forever,
To spare me anymore of this,
You are betrothed to my sister,
Might as well be,
She as well,
Has put me through immense heartache,
But she,
Had also been hung up in my heart,
As nothing but a shame,
Her poor life,
Has drained away her light,
Her soul is now a dark and cold cave,
A cave to which only fools dare entry,
I had been lied to,
But not without notice,
She had started to evaporate,
She had started progressing,
But her mother's words and yours,
Had hardened her heart yet again,
Colder and harder than before,
To send a storm,
To come and whisk away my soul,
And keep it as a prize in her cave of a heart,
But I refused to be taken away from the storm,
Why would one leave paradise for a vacant cave?,
It 'twas a shame,
A shame for all those years begging, 
Begging and fighting,
For a war that I was never going to win,
Only because I cared too much,
Since then,
I had cast her as well,
Out of my heart,
'Tis the fact,
You are a heartache,
And she is nothing but a shame.