Another day gone by with tears in my eyes
Another heartbreak under my belt
And by now I'm used to this feeling
But it still hurts.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe it's the way I dress
Or the way I do my makeup
Or the way I "carry myself".
I don't know.
But I do know
That he's in my dreams and I can't seem to shake the feeling that maybe, deep down, he likes me but is too afraid
Yet I know this is not the case.
So now I'll wake up and rub my tired eyes
And carry on once more
As I always have,
With one more heartbreak under my belt.