Pain, heartache, desire for death,
These are all that I have,
Since you left.
Suffering, agony, questions why,
All you left me with,
And so many lies.
You said "I love you,"
You said "I care."
But if those were true,
You would still be here.
I gave you my heart,
Already bandaged and bruised.
Never did I think,
It would be so abused.
My dreams are dust.
Our promises, now ash.
But where others gave lust,
I gave only love.
I cared for you,
And helped you through
All of those things,
That you could not do.
I'm too late.
I couldn't change.
But I tried.
Yet, instead of being your man,
I cried.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
Pain, heartache, desire for death,
These are all that I have,
Since you left.
Suffering, agony, questions why,
All you left me with,
And so many lies.
You said "I love you,"
You said "I care."
But if those were true,
You would still be here.
I gave you my heart,
Already bandaged and bruised.
Never did I think,
It would be so abused.
My dreams are dust.
Our promises, now ash.
But where others gave lust,
I gave only love.
I cared for you,
And helped you through
All of those things,
That you could not do.
I'm too late.
I couldn't change.
But I tried.
Yet, instead of being your man,
I cried.