The pain is still there when
I talk to you,
Your still in my thoughts
when I cry.
You still make me laugh
when I am sad,
although you are the one,
who put me in this sea
no chance of a smile finding me.
The tears are always there,
at night,
my Teddy-bears always there to hug,
when you never are.
The words always come when,
I think of how stupid I was.
The longing is always there,
when you are ne'er.
And yes you took the pain when I was sad.
And yes you gave it back magnified, and multiplied.
So yes I am mad.
Not at you but at myself for falling for a lie.
(Writen For The One Who Helped Me Through A Lot And His Lies Where Seen)
