I stood in our closet
For what felt like 100 years
Talking myself out of staying
And holding back my tears.
I couldnt form a single thought;
Felt like part of me had died,
I was the one who gave and gave
The only one who had tried.
Shaking hands , hollow heart,
And nothing left to say.
Pack our memories in a box
And ill be on my way.
Anger and sadness fill my heart
And now im just feeling lost ,
Love can be a dangerous thing
And my heart is the cost .
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
I stood in our closet
For what felt like 100 years
Talking myself out of staying
And holding back my tears.
I couldnt form a single thought;
Felt like part of me had died,
I was the one who gave and gave
The only one who had tried.
Shaking hands , hollow heart,
And nothing left to say.
Pack our memories in a box
And ill be on my way.
Anger and sadness fill my heart
And now im just feeling lost ,
Love can be a dangerous thing
And my heart is the cost .
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