I thought I saw a man come into his own
But now I know...
You took his hand,
-gripped what was mine...
Hold your head up, sweetie.
I know your world just crashed...
I am sick of being this way
I am tired of feeling used , played , hurt...
Cold like beaten iron
without any feelings of remorse...
I don't understand
we were so close...
Delicate and breakable,
Lost and alone...
You tell me not to go,
You say i need you...
All day I just wanted to go and laugh with you,
At lunch i felt so lonely with out you sitting...
Slapped;
(Back handed while blind sided...
I sit here staring out my window.
The first rays of daylight are peeking through...
Remembering our past
When we used to play...