Did you ever bother to stop and think,
What if something was to happen to you?
Would she cry for you?
Maybe she would…for an hour.
Then she would move on with her sadistic life.
Manipulating yet another poor soul.
Me, on the other hand.
I would wake up day after day
Asking myself, what could I have done different?
Seeing your face before I open my eyes
Each and everyday.
My mind tearing at my soul
Telling my heart to just let it go.
A world would fall apart without you in it
And a soul would scream despondent words
Searching within itself for sanctioned formalities.
One of these days you will understand what you mean to me.
You are my faith.
