Losing a Love to a God

It’s cold night out here tonight,
I can’t believe that I’ve lost again,
I know I’m naïve,
But can’t we talk this over?

Loosing it, finding it, catching it,
Love is a slippery creature,
When lust looks so similar,
Where are we going to go now?

Tainted, crushed and hated,
You came to me,
You asked for my attention.
Why am I the scapegoat?

Are you going to stand there and judge,
When you were a participant too?
Why judge me when you ever said no?
You’re just using me for your scapegoat.