Maybe God loves me,
maybe he cares...
He gave me a great guy,
but, o wait....
That just ended in hell.
So let me take back what I said.
He probably hates me,
probably doesn't care.
My heart got taken to hell,
right along with the guy.
I lost my heart there,
only later to found it,
shattered and torn,
all in pain.
My heart couldn't take anymore,
yet, somehow it could.
Because later....
it received many more scars.
Sitting here alone,
all in the cold.
I think about how..
I'll never be loved again,
was i even loved from the start?
Thinking about,
how i have no purpose,
I never did really have one.
So whats the point in living?
No one knows
