What they don't understand About what happened Is that
Every breath Since he left Is laborious.
Every day That I live Is victorious
Every guy That I see Is notorious
Because Because he Was inglorious.
What they don't understand About him leaving Is that
Every day That goes by Is upsetting
Every tear That I cry Is regretting
Every good I would see Is vanishing
Everything I would trust I'm not trusting.
Every good Memory I'm forgetting
Every pain He caused me Is confronting me
Face To Face
The thing no one gets is that the second he left, he broke that precious thing inside me that hope that dared to hope that maybe-maybe there was some good in this world. But it's broken, now. Everywhere I go, all I see is bad, and I hate it. I'm not even angry at him. He broke me in ways that may never heal. But I guess that hope is still daring to hope that maybe he didn't mean it.