You have left me kneeled down with pieces of me scattered all over these cement cracks.
And as i call after you, you just dont look back...
Was the half of me that was leftover not enough?
Or are you afraid to fight for what you thought was love..
Atleast..help me put myself back together! before tossing me aside;
I have a needle and thread for your to stab me one more time, believe me i dont mind.. i am already dead, and wounded left and right
Or do you want me missing, in tiny little pieces.
so no one can have me. so no one will want me...
I scream for your affection, and for your lost sympathy, can you not hear my cries? right by your ears as the wind passes by.
why...how... did pieces of our lov3 get lost with time?
Leave me abandoned, but dont leave me broken..
why cant anyone tell you when your heart is in danger of being stolen?
must the realization be a risk to take everytime;
Or will an ending one day..change your morbid mind.
Love is the battle ground of a war i cannot win;
The ground, on wich my soul was slaughtered long ago..
A place i try to make myself never revisit, but deep down i know; One day ill die their again.
So why.
Why, must you leave me abandoned on a battlefield of a war we were fighting together;
And why! do i continue to fight for a "for ever'
if it dont exist. why do i resist.
When did our lov3 story become the war we cannot win?
