I try and try to write about
The love that keeps my heart beating
And the love that tears it apart.

I cry and cry every night about
The hole in my chest that once was you
And the hole in my chest that will continue.

I pry and pry your mind
To see why I am not enough
And to see why and how our love went awry.

I die and die every time
I see pictures of her with you
And I see pictures of when it was just
Me and you.