For a long time I believed true love was fake.
I never knew how one boy could make your whole life ace.
Filled with all the pain and hatred you put me through.
I still was in denial and continued to admit I loved you.
At night I cried and longed to hear your voice.
But when didn't call I could feel your mind rejoice.
Rejoice because you felt in control of my heart.
And in reality it was slowly tearing me apart.
As i continue to think you'll come back one day.
I think to myself will your love be able to repay.
Repay a debt owed to my life.
A debt so deep you could only make me your wife.
But since it seems you're never coming back.
I now theirs one thing my world will always lack.
It won't be the love I had for you.
It will be the thought that true love is never really true.
Dedicated to:Malcolm Jones
(by:my cousin Kendra)
