It Was You Poem by Johnny Checo

The things you say,
Things you hear,
Things you see,
Things that you did to me,
They were just your way to make me,
fall,
Fall in that trap,
I was the bug; in your spider web, you ate me alive, leaving me empty, where I call home,

They say Even the rich and famous need something, if they have everything, what more could they need,

IF,
You made me believe, you made me believe, you made me believe

I guess I not need, till you saw that you just were someone filled with greed, you said you were different, you weren't like everyone else, but you hurt me, you made me bleed, we were so close, you let material things ruin us, thus, I guess its a must how we will end, goodbye good riddance, have a good life,