I've given all I could and got nothing in return,
It's not like it's the first time, I probably should have learned.
Love is perfect, sweet and kind,
But heart and headache follow behind.
You can never make up your mind, about what you want in life,
So all I ask before you leave is look in my heart and take back your knife.
You'll need it again, of that I am sure,
For your kind of sickness there is no cure.
I've only wanted whats best for you, Is that too much to ask?
It must have been for still you seemed to fail that simple task.
I hope she knows that you don't care and never will you feel,
Anything that matters, anything thats real.
