Am I supposed to grieve?
Am I supposed to feel?
To know the difference
Between what’s right and real?
Am I supposed to know?
Am I supposed to cry?
To sleep alone at night
Wanting to die?
Am I supposed to hurt?
Am I supposed to wait?
To have painful flashbacks
Of our very first date?
Am I supposed to hit?
Am I supposed to suffer?
To love you
Like I’ve loved no other?
Am I supposed to look away?
Am I supposed to hate?
To turn my cheek to everyone
Who is just trying to relate?
Am I supposed to die?
Am I supposed to break?
To disagree with everyone
Or throw away all I have to take?
Am I supposed to wonder?
Am I supposed to think?
To remember all our memories
Or know my heart will sink?
Am I supposed to understand?
Am I supposed to know?
To comprehend why you lied
But still told me you loved me so…
