Crawling on the floor

Crawling on the floor,
wishing this pain away,
why did i do this?
why couldn't he have stayed.
lost in deep sorrow,
buried beneath the ground,
spinning in irony,
where will my soul be found?
i thought i knew what i wanted,
but now i see that I'm wrong,
his voice and hands was like the
devil's sweet song.
he pulled me in,
made me see something new,
now I'm wondering where to go with
you.
i know that i love you,
desire you,
and more,
but still I'm sitting here on the cold
floor.
i want you here,
but why?
why waist your time again,
ill probably make you cry.
make your soul bleed again.
why get caught up in me?
why take this day by day?
why love me when I'm still treating
you that way?