Holding a piece of paper that is now permentally stained by my tears...
Hating myself for opening up, when love is something no one should fear.
I'm trying to block out everything, but the thoughts of us stay...
I can't accept that the memories of us will haunt me everyday...
Your hand upon my face, my cheeks burning red, your lips on mine...
Piting myself knowing the only way I can vent is with pencil and paper in a rime...
Nothing else really matters, I'm sure you don't agree
What ever happened to you loving me??
I'm still the same person I was when you declared I was the one...
I guess I was a trophy a game in which you had won??
I can't believe I ever loved you, how did I not see this coming
Your the only person I loved, so all I can say is I wasted my time loving..
