The tender touch of his hands, left me with trembles
he fed me his lies, and he tried to **** me from within
The words he spoke were gentle in soft
But he killed me with kindness
when she came in, it wasn't to long before you let me go
maybe I didn't want you leave
no matter how much pain you left behind.
I missed the strong hugs and the conversations we had
but at the end of the night I was still always sad
Maybe it was me, this whole problem
maybe we don't talk because of the things I started.
But what did I do wrong, I ask my self , as I have no idea
you left me here crying and now its over.
In the end the only time you'd truly talked to me,
was when you weren't sober.
I found this out, last month in October.
That was when I truly lost you,
Seems everything I heard about was actually very true.
I'm still in love you, and someday I'll tell you why,
But until then, I will slowly die.