The Day I Died Inside

I sit here now and start to wonder
'Was it really worth the pain?'
Was a broken heart better than nothing?
Was it really worth her stain?

If I had the chance to do it again
I don't know if I really would.
After looking back now
I don't think I could.

I thought it was true love
But I guess it was just a dream
I wish she could have saw in me
Half the things that in her I'd seen.

I still remember her touch
So fragile and soft, never rough
I would try to be as gentle as I could
But I guess that just wasn't enough

That day she wanted to leave
I begged her not to go
But in the end, what could I do?
Her answer to me was "no..."

And as her hand slipped from mine
A part of me died right there
I opened my mouth to call her name
But nothing came out except air.

That void in me is still there
And to this day cannot be filled.
I'll never meet another like her
And for that my heart is stilled

She'll never know the pain she caused
And she'll never have to know
Because I wont ever tell her
And the pendulum of time will tick on....to...and fro....