To remember that girl's name, 

Oh, it brings me such shame. 

I was betrayed and crossed. 

The lesson came with a great cost; 

that she wasn't worthy to trust. 

No longer softening, my iron heart begins to rust. 

I think of what I should have done instead, 

as I toss and turn restlessly in my bed.

The memories of her play in my head like a movie reel. 

As I pray to God to take them away, I kneel. 

I can only now feel my sorrows. 

I know I will still feel them tomorrow. 

I just want this shame to be over. 

Will this shame stay with me forever?