The worst part of this mess is having so much to say and never having the chance to get it out of my head. And the worst part of not talking to you is in fact not talking to you-as I sit here and fiddle my thumbs waiting for that call to come, but sadly it will never come. And I just want to know how you can ask me to marry you then you split my heart; tear my world apart-then one month later find another girl?! You just gave my head a whirl.
And my world is falling deep into this storm and I am left standing over here all alone. And I feel this rage inside of me. It’s beginning to build past my lungs its killing me inside me to get out. It brings so much pain that I can’t breathe….you did this to me.
I hope you’re happy! I hope this is what you wanted! To just throw true love away…you were such a waste. And I am caught up in this web we call lies-but im not even ganna lie...None of them are mine. You’re listening to everyone else; you the cause and I the effect. You never grasped how much I love you and now you never will. The love I felt for you was real, so real in fact that when you left I choked on my tears and gasped for more air. Now as a daily chore I push these weights I call my chest to let out what seems to be a simple breathe. This heart you tore right threw my chest. Left me felling cold and undressed. Out of sight, out of mind... Is that your lullaby to me? Wishing to hear you voice more than anything-if our love symbolized a candle I never thought you’d be the one to snuff it out. Now im kicking the covers off [of me] and screaming my throat sore. How can you do this to me? Even after everything? So, I guess it doesn’t matter that my soul began to shatter. I hope it kills you inside. I hope the pain you have y ou can never hide. But as for me, myself, and I… I am letting go. I’ll give god my
Burned heart to mend ‘cause my breaking back cane no longer bend… the problem is…I can’t move on.
