There’s no point
To work for people
And learn how to be better
If we aren’t there to learn

There’s no point
To make promises
If we’re going to break them

There’s no point
To love someone
That doesn’t love you

However
There is a point
A sharp point
At the end of
The knife in my heart.

You
ruined
my
life

You're
the
reason
why
I'm
mad

But
You're
my
sweet
drug­

my
secret
boyfriend

If I could travel back in time
When you were mine

I'd still be with you
And we can stare at the ocean's blue

I can love you again at last






But that's only in the past

Everyday I visit your grave
I miss you, do you too?

The roses I buy rot and wilt
But my love for you won't

The last day of my life
Will be the first day
I see you again

Why can't we love
without getting
hurt?