The love of my life was dead,
Not deceased or cold to touch,
But dead.
He died in the arms of another girl,
All he did was become happier
While I bled.
He stabbed me through the heart
With the things he said,
And he lied.
He walked away from me,
Leaving me there alone,
As I cried.
I left him the key to my heart,
Let him open the door,
Then he left it, open wide.
I let him into my life,
Let him stare into my soul
Through my eyes.
He pulled my heart by the threads
With every tug
The more it bled.
His body is not in a grave,
But I was forced to bury him,
In the back of my mind.