Things have gotten harder
when i know there not suppose to be
my love is washed away
upon this parted sea
my burning ashes of paper from this poem
has wandered up above were all angels roam
my hand is empty
my heart is asleep
begging for it back
is a hard promise to keep
so please paint my portrait black
i do not want her back
correct me if I'm wrong
but you would like that
3 years you regret
and the 3 years we spent
must have been like 1 to you
as if 2 we never met
that might not make sense
but to me its so clear
Ive been threw the worst
Ive faced my worst fear
so delete my past
erase it fast
i knew this wasn't real
i knew it wouldn't last
i will climb the highest mountain
no one would even care i fell
scariest part to think is
i will soon see you in hell
