don't think you wanna
talk to me
the way we used to
hard to define it
but it's true
far from above
your heart is
down under
coping with stress
sometimes i wonder
why my heart
isn't at place
why it's still beating
still trying to find trace
i am lost
hoping for a reason
you won't understand
maybe it was best
though it's not simple
nor can i say entirely complex
find me grieving
for the lost i had made
sometimes i kinda wished
you had stayed
now my words are dry
as i try not to cry
on these empty pages
my soul had tore apart.