It's his tenderness, that i truly miss
how i long for just one more kiss
the sweet sensation of his lips
like god's nectar, i took sips
the never ending pools of his eyes
beneath them, where the truth really lies
just remembering him, makes me smile
but then, every untraveled broken mile
it kills me everyday to know
how foolish i was to let him go
slipping through my fingers, the love we once shared
i watched it go with such a solemn stare
i play this part to well, is it just an act?
I've grown so used to the compassion i have lacked
like a broken record, it plays over and over in my head
driving me insane, to the point i wish i were dead
these mistakes I've made, seem to bind me to sorrow
so overwhelming, till there comes no tomorrow.
this cold lovely blade
will cure all the mistakes I've made
we were always meant to be
but in the end, he didn't love me.
