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Jul 2019
Heartbroken, forsaken, hated, out of love
The things I hate the most are all of the above
Always falling for the ones who lie the most
Like ticks sticking to my heart and using a host
Ponder about the days when my heart is gone
Where it won’t even bother me to be this alone
Terrified that I’ll never be able to truly bond
Feel like the only lonely fish in this toxic pond
I’m sorry to those I’ve hurt in the past
Wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last
Thinking so much it’s got my mind torn apart
Breaking into many pieces just like my heart
Becoming heartless is something I condone
Starting to think I’m better off on my own
See I’ve been trying so hard not to relapse
All this pressure makes me want to collapse
Nowadays everyone only has lust
I can’t feel because my heart crumbled to dust
I fell in love with you, you fell in love with me
My depression fell in love with your anxiety
Well, I thought it did then I found out the truth
Your love wasn’t as magnificent as Babe Ruth
I’ve been doing all the saving, now I’m stuck
Feel like a fireman without a firetruck
Feeling like a dying man running out of luck
Feel like breaking down without your support
Like you played my heart as if it was a sport
Should go back to the days where I didn’t care
Back to the days where you weren’t there
I’ve lost my heart so why do I need good lungs
Hurt like cigarettes being put out on tongues
Love is such a heart disease it’s sickening
I cry when I think that this is just the beginning
I don’t like to talk because I **** at talking
Rather be in a dark room, in a chair rocking
Listening to music and drinking the night away
Sit back and laugh at these games you play
I don’t really care about anything anymore
So far gone these feelings you can’t restore
Walk out my life if you want to it’ll only help
Choking on my tears can’t even form a yelp
I’m so weak my heart breaks every single day
I’ll never have it any other way
I’m so numb to the pain it’s like it doesn’t exist
All those memories and that won’t be missed
I’m done trying to help the helpless
Guess I’ll just go back to being heartless
Written by
Gabriel Mallory
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