With pride being my weakess, I'd cut my nose off to spite my face,

but at the end of the day, it would only be me who falls from Grace.

 

So I walk on by with a Cheshire Cat grin,

and now the truth is out its only me who can win.

 

My rose tinted glasses are now fully removed,

I've only just realised it was myself that needed to be proved.

 

I had been blinded by love which caused me blurred double vision,

I was fighting a losing battle, I was in constant collision.

 

He had the power to break my heart and surround me in a dark hole.

He may have dampened my spirits, but he could never take my soul.

 

For the spell has been broken and my love for him is now dead.

It's beautifully refreshing knowing the truth than to live each day in dread.

 

He had showered me with lies, but I've now washed them down the drain,

he will never cast me permanent winter, for my sky's are clear again.