I once thought I could trust him,
But it turns out I could not.
I am so tired and lonely.
For so long we have fought.
I wish things were like they were before.
I have this strong feeling inside
That I just can't ignore.
Why does he take pleasure in messing with me
And tearing me apart?
He might as well have just drained all the love
From my shattered and broken heart.
Sometimes I wonder if he even has feelings
Or if he is made of stone.
He was once my star in the sky,
Which so brightly shone.
Now he has fallen, leaving me here crying alone.
None of this seems to have any affect on him at all.
He just watches, watches as I slowly fall.
I don't understand this.
I tell myself it isn't true.
All I want is for this to be right.
I'm not sure who I love . . . him, him, or you?
One thing is certain . . . I am done with this fight.
No matter what it takes,
Things will once again be how they were.
I no longer need him,
And of that, I am sure.
