Its over

I feel tears on my skin,
I feel that person close,
Whispers its time to give your soul away,
All I can scream is no,
As he takes over what you used to see,
Everyone thinks my crying shell is me,
But behind the mask I fell for him,
And gladly gave my heart,
Unknowing he would tear it apart,
And now devotion to him has left me incapable,
Of any relationship,
And I cannot cry,
Because they'll think thats really me,
But my souls still not where its meant to be,
So I still love him and want him back,
But he can't see because hes a spack,
And its his problem now,
I will no longer feel let down,
Though I want to be in his arms,
Though everytime I'll give into his charms,
Its his problem now,
I'm not some boy snatching cow and thats not how I will be,
So now our love is up to him,
I know he doesn't want it so the flame runs dim,
Its over