I dont quite know just what to do
so I write these words in a poetic tune
i try my best to do as told
but these words that are coming out are getting old
my heart is soft and shattered in three
as my mind regenerates as i sleep
these tears wake me with a cold touch
but this love we have was never enough
you let me live inside my mind
a place that was nice, beautiful and kind
but soon these dreams are getting old
as for myself I am growing cold
i cannot remember your soft embrace
all i remember is that disgusted look on your face
the one that makes me wonder why
the one that makes me wish i died.
my heart is no longer all in tacked
but the very base has started to crack
so remember me fondly cause love is a war
and as life goes on its more to endure
i hope one day you see me for me
and i hope one day i can believe
that this world is not so cruel and dead
and all this hate is inside my head
but the odds of that being true
are slim to none just like you.
