You broke open my ribs, and pulled out my heart, flattened it out, and sold it for cheap.
Now, like a slave, it marches in time with all the other broken hearts, who lost their own fights.
Why does she deserve you more than I do? Why is she so much better than me? Why does she get to call you hers?
It makes me so sad and so angry and I feel pathetic and stupid all at one time.
My emotions are in a bottle and I want to throw them away. I want to open it up and let them float free. I want to yell at you that she's not right, that she can't make you smile like I do.
But I keep it inside because I'm scared that you won't see it. I'm scared that it's all been a lie.
Is that what's been going on? Have I been lying to myself? Maybe I'm just holding on too hard.
I don't know what to think anymore. I'm not sure what to do. I just want to hold your hand, and I want to be with you.
Do you miss me? I can't tell. Give me a hint. Please. Give me anything. A secret smile, a sweet gesture. Anything just to keep me going for a while.
I don't want to get off this ride, but I'm hanging onto the framework. She belongs here. Not me.
It's time to give up, I think. It's time to walk away. I've lost this fight. You won't be mine; not today.