the more you say it,
the less I believe.
tell me,
why must this happen to me?
all the pain,
and all the sorrow.
living afraid,
of what comes tomorrow.
Every night I cry and cry,
wondering why you never said goodbye.
You just up and left.
I knew better than to trust you,
yet I gave you my heart.
I really did love you.
But obviously,
those feelings weren't returned.
My every hope of love,
just crashed and burned.
You took a gun,
and shot it all down.
So why am I still,
wishing you were around?