He sits there waiting
burned out and wondering
How did I get this way?
It can't be my fault
Could I ever feel that good again?
Was it really love?
Sure it was
Does it matter now?
She moved on
He needs to stay
The love makes him high
Denial now, hysteria soon
Pushing the few friends left away
Am I hurting myself?
Was it not enough?
Crawled up with his companion, misery
The blood he tastes on his lip is his own
How he urges for another's lips
He wonders back again
Love is forever, right?
He gets the girl in the end
With effort and pain
But its not the same
To her, it was to cheer him up, not love
He knows this
He doesn't really even mind
Just holding her he says "I Love you"
"I never wanna let you go"
And he didn't want to
Not ever
But one day the Axe fell
No one knew it but they just cracked
She went to the grave peacefully
He went her grave everyday
Just to feel it again
She never knew how much she meant to him
Can I just see her one last time?
~Sorry if its a little out of format, it's 6AM and it just flowed that way for me~
