it's been hours since you've left
and my heads still a mess
as i bend down
wipe your blood from the ground
i can still hear you say
"maybe we're better off this way."
you took your pillow
it was the only thing you wanted to keep
i haven't yet noticed
tonight there'll be no solace in sleep
when you closed the door i screamed
"i hate you!"
and i wish you could believe
that what i really meant to say was
"i'm sorry!
i love you!
please, don't leave!"
nothing but time left for reflection
what else could i do?
why can't things ever work out the way they're supposed to?
it hit me with the first light at dawn
maybe they did
and that was the real problem all along.