Maybe I can wait all day long
But that doesn't mean you'll come along
Maybe I can wait right here in this seat
But maybe I should give in to defeat
Maybe my heart is far too weak
It can't stand pain; it's an antique
Maybe I can't keep holding on
When you shut off - became withdrawn
I can't ever just sit here and wait
I can't - I've got too much on my plate
A broken heart and pain on one hand
And the other is something you won't understand
Because you can't imagine what I'm going through
You can believe what you made me do
I find myself breathing with all my might
But for some reason it doesn't feel right
Yes it's you. The reason was always you
You're the one who made it hard for me to get through
You're the one who killed my joy and threw it in the trash
The one who burned my life and left it a pile of ash
So maybe I'm just playing myself
I took my brain and parked it on a shelf
Maybe I'm the one who's to be blamed
Since you lack the human feeling of being ashamed
But now I know my worth, I know how much I cost
But you won't get to find out because, to me, you lost
You thought my love was a game and now it's all gone
But unfortunately for me, this is the life you've drawn
So now I'm stuck in this painting; a mural of pain
Reminding me that my heart will rarely beat again
And I know for sure, that I've got you to blame
All because you thought that my heart was just a game
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Deadly Rhymes and Laughing Times VOL I
PoetryShort stories turned into poems for the "best of both worlds" experience. I don't relate to most of them but A LOT of people from all around do. Since we can't physically see what people are going through; at least these words are there to comfort t...
