Through my life you've been there . . . now there's empty space.
When I needed a hug,
hurt myself,
or needed protection . . .
You were who I went to.
With your words I made it through battles;
I believed in myself.
Through the years I grew up and you were always constant.
But through the years as I grew you became secluded.
You found a women who seemed so fair, but looks can be decieving;
Now this women has taken my place and my words mean nothing.
You're no longer there when I need a hug,
if I should hurt myself,
and too protect me . . .
You've broken promises;
Like to be there for prom and graduation.
Now I'm hurt with operation in a few hours.
And this women that seemed so fair keeps you away from me.
I'm getting cut open . . .
. . . and you're going to be missing . . .
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
Through my life you've been there . . . now there's empty space.
When I needed a hug,
hurt myself,
or needed protection . . .
You were who I went to.
With your words I made it through battles;
I believed in myself.
Through the years I grew up and you were always constant.
But through the years as I grew you became secluded.
You found a women who seemed so fair, but looks can be decieving;
Now this women has taken my place and my words mean nothing.
You're no longer there when I need a hug,
if I should hurt myself,
and too protect me . . .
You've broken promises;
Like to be there for prom and graduation.
Now I'm hurt with operation in a few hours.
And this women that seemed so fair keeps you away from me.
I'm getting cut open . . .
. . . and you're going to be missing . . .
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