I loved him.

I miss being in his arms,
its the truth although i hate it.
he's with one of my friends now,
so the love for him i can't admit.

i don't even want him back,
well at least thats what i tell myself everyday
but somehow i know i honestly
don't mean what i say.

I'm lost without him, he was my first love
& with him i shared my first kiss
and that moments memory will
forever exist.

he's a player and i think i can do better
but that the problem, what if i can't?
he ripped out my heart, leaving me deserted with no
chance of a transplant.

he holds on to my heart and
for now, always will.
when he tore my heart he take all the colors of the world; all the thrill.

there's no where to turn,
no where to hide.
sick with all the pain,
tired of keeping it inside.

because of the confidence
i lack,
i figure I'll never be able to
win him back.

so for now I'm trying to
let him go.
the life of loving him
I'm trying to outgrow.

he can have that other girl
makes no difference to me
I'm moving on
and don't care if he don't see.