He made me smile.He made me laugh.
Now, he makes me cry, but I still love him.
He could leave a million times and I will still be waiting, giving him the chance to leave a million times more.
He may not love me back, but that's ok
I'm dead anyways, so why does it matter?

"I can't say, ' I love you back'."
Were the words that killed my heart.
I'm lifeless now.
There's no question about it; he was the life in me. And now, he's gone along with my liveliness.

Everyone says I'll get over him, but deep down I know I won't.
He was my king, and I treated him like one.
But I was never his queen, never will be, and that's ok I guess, I can just be his peasant.

The love I have for him cannot be described. It just can't be.
I'm not even afraid of him ripping out my heart anymore.
When he sees it, it will be black, and beaten up, and lifeless.
No beat.
No life.

I would never wish this pain on him as revenge.
He doesn't deserve it. Maybe I do though.

He made me smile.He made me laugh.
Now, he makes me cry, but I still love him.
He could leave a million times and I will still be waiting, giving him the chance to leave a million times more.
He may not love me back, but that's ok
I'm dead anyways, so why does it matter?