Pale and heartless was my last man
If anyone could break me, I know he still can
I watched as it was my own heart he began to shred
Loving him is like loving the dead
I began to fear and lost my love for him
Our future in which he described "was beginning to grow dim"
He believed in taming the beast, but he did not succeed
For he was bested by his own greed
Not studying the beast he went for its heart
But you can't hunt a creature if you don't know where to start.
You need to know the beast if you wish to attack.
And intelligence seemed to be what he lacked.
Like I said, trying to love him is like loving the dead
And now I lay within my tear soaked bed.
Ill of a broken heart I hate to say that I cry
I sob because I still wonder why
Why is his heart so dead inside?
Why was it that I decided to hide?
From his undesirable love in which he attempted to express
I mean he did at least try to make progress
But you can't just simply shock something back to life
If we could how many men would bring back their wife?
Would he bring me back if I were shot with a gun?
I need to stop thinking of it for he and I are done....