remember that day ?, you said you were home,
but I saw you at club, and you weren't alone.
you held her close, you kissed her neck,
I was yours, what the heck ?
I wanted to slap you and punch on your head,
at that moment I wished you were dead.
you did what you did for reason unknown,
and all the while I cut off to the bone.
the wound is now healing but the scars will remain,
how do I continue and still feel the same.
should I go or should I stay ?
as I always wonder what happened that day.
does anyone know,
this disgusting sorry will grow.
or just memories of feeling that have been torn away ?
how do I close my eyes to fact that you've thrown me away.