I may have dumped him but I never stopped liking him,
I thought maybe he'd give me a another chance.
But with that one night my dream came crumpling down,
for he hurt me more then any razor could.
The jealousy consumed me when I saw him flirting with other girls,
but he seemed unaffected by the pain he caused.
He brought the tears to my eyes,
and just turned and walked away with no sympathy.
It seemed he never cared really at all,
for within a few seconds he had forgotten me.
Th worst thing was I couldn't forget him,
he haunted me in my sleep and in my day dreams.
my friends said it wasn't my fault,
and that I did't deserve anything he was doing or saying.
But I feel like I do deserve anything he throws at me,
for I'm the one who pushed him away.
The tears that flow are for him,
but he'll never know how I truly feel.
For he's moved on without a backward glance,
leaving me again with this blade in my hand.
So many tears that were wasted for nothing,
for if I hadn't liked him I never would have cried.
I should have known I'd end up here in this place,
blood surrounding me mixed with my tears.
Life has never been good to me,
for if it had I wouldn't be sitting in my room crying.
I'd still be going out with the greatest guy,
instead of crying when I see him with other b**ches.
It's all my fault that this shit happened,
me and my stupidness.
I had to doubt and still like him,
a combination to deadly for words.
Now I hide from this world,
so I'll never see him moving on without me.
For it is to painful to think of,
I just think he'll one day forgive me.
Until that day I will stay in the shadows,
waiting for the day I forget him and that life.
But for now I just here and cry,
over the guy I lost.
