What are these tears that fall from my face?
There not joy so I guess its sorrow
Why are they back when I just found grace,
And a reason to live for tomorrow?
I’m out of loves hands but why does it sting
Every time I see you there?
When I swore to myself that I don’t feel a thing,
Why do I suddenly care?
I want to be friends, nothing more, nothing less
I want to move on from my past,
But to this news my heart will not impress,
In my heart I want it to last.
I just want to move on, with deep desperation,
From a twisted love; my hearts mutilation.
