How,
After so much that has passed,
How am I still able to look upon
Him with any amount
Of sorrow?
Pity?
Regret?
Just how is it that I can feel
Such pain and sadness
That can bring upon me
All of these tears that I cry?
These tears that just
Aren't so very pretty?
No!
These tears, for him,
My neglectful lover,
Are not pretty!
Not even one!
Yet, foolishly, how I do
Still weep!
How, foolishly, that I do
Still toss and turn
In my restless sleep!
How, foolishly, that I can
Still feel my broken heart's cut
Real deep!
Oh, such a fool am I!
Such wishful thinking
That I still keep!
FOOL!
FOOL!
FOOL!
To ever think if only
He could have ever
Loved you!