So just like before
I opened up my heart in search of something more.
And as you slowly reached within my chest,
pulling out the beating tomb that your hands were stained with.
You peirced it with a knife cutting out the love that I felt.
You lied to me in hopes of getting what you wanted.
Holding my hand as if I was yours.
Kissing my lips as if you really did care.
And as my mind expanded with maybes,
the more you cut them off with your lies.
You tricked me into believing you were this nice guy.
This one that would never destroy someones emotions with their greed.
But as the days passed and the nights grew colder,
the more I came to terms with the fact you were just like the rest.
And as you would go to kiss my flesh,
the more my eyes streamed with tears.
I couldn't understand how I was able to give myself over to you so quickly.
Maybe I was only trying to mend a broken heart from the past,
but all I found out was that the void that I was feeling wasn't ready for what was to come next.
Even though you weren't what I always searched for,
you came to me with such power that I couldn't help, but fall.
So, now as I had done with the one before,
I sit here with hate trying to burst out of the love I felt.
Hoping that the pain I endured from you, you endured 10 times more than I had.
Possibly to the point of death.
These scars continue to burn in my memory and my soul
The only thought of you being how can you go and make someone believe you love them?
How can I go on right now trying to act as though I don't care,
when everytime I look around, the pressence of you is there.
