Broken Hearted Spell

I was actually starting to believe
That maybe you weren't the same...
Maybe we'd end up in happiness
Instead of drowning in the pain.

I was actually starting to believe
That I could trust you with my heart...
That I could hold your hand forever
And we would never have to part.

I was actually starting to believe
That maybe I could stop the pain....
Maybe I could stop the cuts, bruises
Instead of remaining all the same.

I was actually starting to believe
That maybe I could stay....
I would not have to leave
Or cry one more day....

I was actually starting to believe
That I found somewhere I belong....
A place where happiness never ends
And I just feel so strong.

I was actually starting to believe
I wouldn't have to see a hospital bed....
I wouldn't have to see my counsellor
For an attempting shot in the head....

But now I've lost belief in everything
Cuz I always held on to you....
How many breaths do I have left?
My dear friend, a very few....

I cut my wrists with this stained knife
I cry through my blurry eyes....
But I just keep on cutting myself
Ignoring my heart and soul's cries....

I was actually starting to believe
But the Angel's took me away....
I will never get my heart back
Until it's your dying day....

I was actually starting to believe
That I would go to Hell....
But then I knew I was under,
The Broken Hearted Spell..