Here I am
sitting in the dark.
I'm waiting for you to reply,
but I'm getting nothing - as usual.
I don't think you know,
know hos much I desire you.
We've always been close,
but now it feels like you don't know who I am.
I hurt.
Really hurt.
All I want is you,
right here and right now.
And while I'm sitting here,
waiting for you,
you're sitting at home
and not thinking at me at all.
I miss you more and more every day.

We made a promise to each other.
You promised me,
that you'd never replace me,
and you'd never ignore me.
But here we are,
not talking to each other.
You left me...
And for her?
Now I'm just thinking;
what did I do to deserve this?

The worst part,
of being replaced,
is when you realize,
that you never were
the first choice.
When you realize,
that you were just
a title.
You never really were
his first choice.
He just used you,
to make his true
first choice
jealous.

Love. What is love? How is it to be in love?
I'll tell you.

Love is great. You're happy - constantly.
Rainbow colored butterflies,
flying around in your belly.
All you can think about is him,
which constantly makes you happy.

Every day you'll walk in the hallway,
with the biggest smile on your face.
Everyone will notice how happy you are.
You're happiness will affect them too,
or most your closest friends,
because they know why you're that happy.

But all of a sudden, it can turn all the way around.
He can make you miserable.
Every time you see him,
these butterflies fly around in your belly,
but they're not rainbow colored anymore,
they're all dark and twisted.

You'll lie all alone in your bed - crying.
Because he's the worst person in the world.
He made you believe,
that you two had a chance.
A chance to see all of the light together.
But his only purpose was to make you
miserable.

Your body,
on my body.
I felt your breath,
lightly and deeply,
against my neck.
You're lips,
touched my neck.
Satisfaction.

The knife,
through my back,
right into my heart,
twisted the whole way around.
Was she worth it,
the girl you gave me up for?

Here we are,
both sitting all alone.
Wishing for the one we love,
to contact us.
At any moment.
But the sad story is,
that I'm waiting for you,
and you're waiting for her.

You said you loved me,
but did you?
Or did you just use me?
You spent so much time with me,
but for what?
Just to break my sad and little heart?
Or was it all for nothing?

You were my bestfriend.
You betrayed me.
You sold me out.
You broke me.
You left me.
I'm dying.

I thought we were soulmates,
you were my soulmate.
We talked about everything.
I thought it were our thing,
but it wasn't,
I was nothing to you.
Because all those things we talked about,
were those things you talked with her about too...