I sit here, a broken man
she has left me, said she never would
was screwed up with her, more screwed up without her
wheres the middle ground?
the good times we had,
well, far outshone the bad,,,
i suppose
the pact we made came to nothing, words, all words meaning nothing
self-harming was just a term,
i would sit there saying, pull yourself together you fool
and then she left me and i am the fool
