My heart, ripped from me...

The air is cold, and damp,
it just makes me feel so sad.
I can feel it in my soul,
Do I have to feel so bad?

Walking around outside,
I get those looks from their eyes.
They hold and talk with each other,
even they have their lies.

All this, that I do, and have done,
tell me I should have not.
I hoped it meant something,
but now it's all turned to rot.

I should've left, picked up
all that I had and fled.
All the pains I've given you,
all those that you have bled.

My heart, ripped from me,
by that handsome little dove.
No more anger, no more hate,
nothing at all like love.