Why is it that I'm sitting here alone writing this poem,
everyday, even as the years go bye your all ill think about.
I wonder what went wrong i thought we were strong but now your gone.
why is it that I'm always the one to wipe away the tears that i cry,
i know you felt something when we looked into each others eyes
but your the one who trys to hide,
your the one who always has a new lie,
your the one who wouldn't care if i died,
your the one who always has a place inside my heart even though you tore it apart.
Its hard looking at your picture, seeing your face, but ill never think of you as a waste.
ill always remember all the things you said,the love we had,those hugs you gave.
ill remember the way you made everything feel OK
