It demands to be felt,
Playing the cards we were dealt.
It’s saying goodbye even when you don’t want to,
It’s watching your heart break into two.
Crying myself to sleep at night,
Wishing that I didn’t want to put up a fight.
He left me to go on,
Sadly I feel more like he’s officially gone.
Waiting, crying and stinging pain,
Watching the clouds pour down rain.
Pain demands to be felt.