Prophets 'Honesty'and'Reality'

You told me how you loved the rain
So now my world's flooded with pain.
I must have been insane
For me to believe, you loved me once again.

I waited on your doorstep
You told me no one else was a threat.
And I listened, although not one of your promises has been kept.
Trading a piece of my heart at a time, until there was nothing left.

Raindrops start to fall again on my face.
Reality slaps me back in my place,
When you easily find a way to replace.
All this time spent with you, turned out to be a waste.

It's like watching storm clouds gather, watching the truth unfold.
Why was I the last one to be told?
You fed me your lies, and I was easily sold.
How is it all the prophets saw, yet never foretold?

I only asked for Honesty, and still you chose to lie.
Maybe it's entertaining for you to watch me die.
You only wanted one thing from me, something deep inside.
So you bit my neck, drinking blood, sucking me dry.

You don't understand the meaning of Honesty;
Or maybe you just don't choose to see.
Maybe you don't recognize Reality:
I hate you as much as you hate me.