The cold, hollow nothing in your voice, made me realize that this was more than a choice. I didn't bring you pleasure anymore; I'm just one big bore. You misled me, left me, reduced to something I don't wanna be. I'm starting to fade, feel like I've been played. Your happiness has up and left, wish I could give it a rest. But I can't stop thinking about my mistakes, the ones I made that led you to making my heart break. Curling in a ball, don't want to look at you at all. You're the reason I have tears splashed on my cheeks, why everyone's looking at me and calling me a freak. They don't see how much I hurt, you kicked me and pushed me in the dirt. Pain surrounding me, fright and terror is what I can see. You're happy, smiling and laughing; I'm just cracking. Was it really all that bad? That you had to leave so fast? I know it might be hard to let this go so far, but I thought we could do it, thought we could manage, but I guess not. It'd be more satisfying to just say you don't have a heart, even though I know that's not true. All the pain you went through, to make me feel alive. Wish I could just say good-bye. I'm over-thinking and I can't stop. Feel like I've been dropped. I'm hurting a lot. Guess I was better just being temporary, breaking clean, running free. Hate to believe that I'm being this weak, but it must be true, sitting here thinking that I might have actually been in love with you.
