If it was love
or at least that is what i thought it was.
Did i cry and make a mistake
or did i really feel the pain of a broken heart
was i too much to handle?
Were the flaws that I have were the secret to end this.
Was the reason I loved the real reason I ended up where I ended.
Laying in a hospital bed,
with cuts on my wrist.
The scars of a lost love and the feeling of loneliness.
Or was it time that I faced a true reality and used this as an excuse.
Where would I ended if It didn't end with you?
Would I still be here and see you every weekend like nothing ever happened?
Would I still be able to look out the window and see the bright daylight of a new day.
Would I still see myself smile every time I would look in the mirror....
There is so much that I need to learn.
There is so much that I need to let go of...
