Lost

Every night its always the same
i cry myself to sleep
and then when I'm really depressed
i watch the blood flow from cutting too deep

and when i least expect it
i find myself falling to pieces
fro the memory of you
stays in my head and never ceases

at night i close my eyes and dream
of you
and what we used to share
and when i open my eyes again
the you and your love isn't there

my eyes are sick of crying
crying over you
my soul body and spirit
are sick of always feeling blue

the amount of pain, blood and tears
on which i have poured
can never match the pain i felt
when i lost the love as true as yours