Broken Beats on Empty Streets

If I could find all of the smiles from all our used up yesterdays,
then I would put them into piles, soak them in gas, set them ablaze. 
Your lips only ever crafted bitter tears that filled my eyes;
they burned down my face like acid,
became the demons I despise.

Your clothes still line my closet, and your lies still fill my brain.
You say you didn't cause it but your denial is in vain.
You are so filled up with spite that you're consumed by this assault-
if hate didn't cloud your sight, then you'd know this was your fault.

I'm doing circles in this town, 
you're doing circles in my head.            
I'm so sick of all the memories      
of every word you ever said.                               
The broken promises you spoke
created prisons in my mind,                 
and now like Sisyphus I'm bound             
by the hell that you left behind.

I hope you're filled with deep regret when you see me on the streets,
'cause we both know I won't forget the nights we spent between your sheets.
So if you ever think of me and wonder if my heart still cares,
The answer's No;
it's empty
and so far beyond repair.