Familiar Taste of Betrayal

I’ve tasted betrayal before just like I have tasted lies but each time it’s so bitter, the taste always a surprise. I cannot expel this sickness you left to rot in my soul the brittleness of your lies that made you lose control. So I am left no resolution and more unanswered questions, you told me it would be an hour when I’d only had seconds. You came in as an infection and you’re leaving a disease once proud I stood and yet you brought me to my knees your taking me down and you’re dragging me low. Why take my hand if you only plan to just let go?