I wonder
will I ever
understand
why you took
what you took
from me?

did it ever
occur to you
that maybe
I just want
an answer
so I can
move on?
I loved you
so much
oh why?
because your
black heart
can't see in the dark
the gold you
struck to create
that spark

so tired of
feeling low that
I just want to
be high
all the time

I wish that
things were different
but they're not
should've told
you all of this
when I had
the chance
instead of
drinkin and wishin
I was dead
but I won't
waste my last
breath

I'm tired of
feeling what
you won't
come now,
who's the
broken one?