I wasn't prepared for the blow, the hard hit in my chest.
I guess your body was in demand, my urges for your love
was gone as another claimed your heart and laid my dreams
and passion with you to rest.

To choose is what I'll never ask of you to do, If I had meant
anything at all to you.
...how does one cope, how does one mend a shattered heart and
broken dreams...how could I believe the words you speak.

I hope she loves you, I hope she breath the air you
breath. I hope she sees wonders in your eyes and with you
live a thousand lives.

I hope you gave her the chance you deprived me of, to exhaust
your soul in pure love...I guess with all the selflessness I
showed to you was never enough.

S.B