False Praise
In loving me, you gave me the power of being worshiped, by the touch of your lips I obligated my heart to you but you owed me nothing Yet you made me stand out as figure to be revered, an idol to be awed of I gave my life for you but you gave me nothing I reject the tales my new followers tell of me I cannot take False Praise Love is a way of life, not a religion, yet you never adored me I cannot fake real grace In hating me you gave me the shortcut to cutting my life short Even though in your eyes I was immortal I was cut down to size and hoped it all went into your history report That even a god could be so caring and so gentle I accept the truth my new haters spread about me I can take malice Yet I will never forget the woman who lived without me A woman that only a human could cherish...