I feel my heart closing down,
the last time I'll be taken as a fool.
Washed up on the shore like last weeks *******
Broken, bruised and torn.

I thought I had found something special
but we were only ever a game.
Beaten down too many times
listening to fake apologies
wishing that they were true.

Too many times I spent the night crying
wishing I would disappear into the void.
Now that I've wiped my hands of you
you beg to come back,
promising it was all a mistake.

A mistake is not hurting someone beyond repair!
A mistake is not being with someone else knowing there's someone waiting at home!
A mistake is not turning everything around on me
making me feel as if I was going crazy.

Now I feel worthless
trying to build myself up from the ground.
Wishing I could have been better than I was
At least now I know
what I feared the most...

I will never be good enough for someone's love,
as I am nothing more than a broken,
empty
shell!