Perfect Storm

by Pantala   Jul 6, 2005


Waves crashing, walls breaking, people dying.
The perfect storm, for a "perfect" love.
A perfect love gone perfectly wrong.
My world is slowly dying.
My heart is slowly breaking.
You took the only thing that ever mattered.
And now my world begins to break.
My life is falling apart all around me.
How can I fix it with only half of me?
You are the best part of me but now your gone.
So all that's left of me is the worst.
I'm mean, I'm nasty, I'm everything you hate.
Because every part of me you ever loved has gone away with you.

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