Is a question that haunts me from sleep
How can someone not control the tretchious pain of regret , remorse?
Almost as if someone were to wake up by lies being shouted in their ear drums
Echoes of the lies you've sung to me bounce off the walls
But do not shout over my cries
What do you expect for the outcome of ones stupidity the reaction is unbearable
I would rather drink cold coffe than to see you everyday
I've made a list of things that make me cry
Your name is at the very top.
At night I can't help but think how much I miss you
Tomorrow I'm a different person
The love I had for you has changed never in ones being has someone hated another so much
Just wait for tomorrow .