I loved her and thought
she was my life.
but she broke my heart,
when I saw her with another guy.
I did everything she wanted me to do.
I was the one who gave her
soup
when she had the flu.
Because of her I want to
stop living
She makes me hate myself,
because I can't hate her!
At times I want to try and work it out,
but once a glass is shattered,
the same image will never appear!
She was the first girl to make
me cry
and it hurts so much
because she was my life.
Without her
I find it hard to breathe.
I still find it hard to believe
that the woman I love
deserted me.
But it's whatever!
I'll no longer cry
I'll just think twice,
before I consider another girl my life..
