Dwelling on the life

They say that we cant chose
who's hands hold our heart
even when we know
they will tear it apart

it's impossible to tell
each truth from each lie
although we both know
it will just make me cry

its an endless line of destruction
heart break after heart break
until the day we just give in
cause we see their words are fake

we lose all control
and soon after we lose hope
we run out of feelings
therefore we can not cope

the shattered remains
of a life, love and dream
as we all fall victim
to what is not as it would seem

the untouched go unnoticed
and they are left in the past
where we dwell on the life
we were so certain would last