My heart is lonely
Though it feels like like a gaping hole
I wish for everything I can’t have...if only
Filled to the brim with ashes and coal
In the dead of the night
Nobody is hearing my cries
Nothing feels right
Everybody’s moving on, driving by
I feel stuck in place
My heart is six feet under
Tears running down my face
I look down at my grave, seemingly asunder
I watch my house burn
The match still in between my fingertips
I guess I’ll never learn
That only lies come from his lips
Coming out of the fire
Don’t want to hear his bittersweet voice
I watch him conspire
Why did I pick him? What a choice.
He plays by his own rules.
I thought I could change him,
Why did I fall so hard? I’m such a fool
He filled with poison to the brim
He leaves a trail of broken hearts
And what I have in my chest became part of his collection
Where did he learn these things? Where did he start?
He was a disease, and infection
Stringing up empty banners
Who was I again? He put my heart on a dusty shelf
He never had manners
He was never good, but he made me find myself
He was a drug, a relief
But he was so beautiful, something to be worshipped
But now, brown eyes are filled with grief
I lost his hand in the crowd and slipped
The blood are on his hands
The remaining pieces of me, ripped
No one would understand
Broken souls, chipped.
He breaks small fragile hearts,
But it takes one to break one.
Moves on, and he’s gone, he departs
Playing with people’s mind, he does it for fun
He was a broken boy
I rarely found those, very few
He found nothing again, nothing to enjoy
But he broke me too.
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