He still lies soaking up hatred. All the lies he was ever told. He thought he loved this… just another lie that he told himself. Everything he had was far from beautiful and all he was given was nothing. A simple life and he still bleeds. Hatred cascades deep in his heart. Masochistic by nature, sadist by choice. Empty, this is the last explanation. These aren’t lies, just fake feelings. He sees now what I love you means. It’s more than words and morbid feelings. Her words cut deeper than any knife could… And he washed and healed those wounds. Still forever his scars remain… but he sees now it’s time to leave. These feelings are still here, and he’d rather her die… And right now he is killing her, but he must go on. Crimson lace turns stone cold from the day, that he leaves. Still he’s holding hands with a new love… but she’s on his mind. He won’t forget her… And those memories don’t fade. He breaks all those golden frames… And cuts the pictures with the shattered glass. Still her face is etched on his heart and her name is carved in his arms. Three years and those memories start fading, broken lies and he still trusts nothing. Finally those feelings have died cold… And he’s still holding hands with a new love… And finally she lets him go… but is this really over?
