We were listening to damien rice
And you asked me
"Am i the greatest ******* that you met?"
I laughed
And said "you are"
Just like the lyrics
You were exactly the same

"You made me laugh, You made me cry
You made me open up my eyes
You helped me open out my wings
My legs, and many other things
You helped me love, you helped me live
You helped me learn how to forgive

You were the greatest ******* that i know
The only one who let me go
the only one I can't forget"

So every time i listen to that song
I can't help it
But to think of you
And everything that you did
The memories we shared
And how i wish i could have you still

You were the greatest *******
The one i wish who would have stayed

It hurts me deeply
Knowing that we are nothing
When i thought
We could've been something
It hurts me a lot
Know that you don't miss me at all
When I'm here dying to talk to you again
It hurts
Having to live each day
Without talking to you
Without waking up to your face
Feeling your warmth during those cold days

But that doesn't hurt as much as
When i still see you in person
But you don't talk to me
Nor look at me
It's as if I'm invisible to you
And the sad part is
I have to do the same
Pretend you're not there
And I can't smile when i look at you anymore
Instead
I'm holding my tears
And pretending to be fine
With you gone forever
It hurts
To be this way

Still some felling left hiden inside my heart,
But I can't express you as it become hard.
When you stares me from your class,
I wish I could stay there till it lasts.
But when you comes closer,
Your ignorance hurts
What I could do
You have someone else to crush.
I wish I could go back in the past,
And forget you to give my life a new start.

hello and goodbye, little flower
the wallops of the sun and moon
the taste of sweet and sour,
why are you fading so soon?

energy never lies
each day, each petal dies
roots that are used to be cherished
zest is slowly beginning to perish

disappearing charisma burst
embosomed by a gloomier thirst
spirals of flourishing passion
stem's propped to percussion

restoring the seeds of fertility
is the perfect tone of sanity
but the sudden gush of calamities
hindered the ray of prosperity

tailored lullabies,
hoping for rain or a battle cry
here's the dream's doom,
for a flower that no longer blooms

the feeling becomes seasonal
a little bit under the weather,
remember the plant that used to grow?
now's colorless and withered

it’s roast on the roll
and no au jus.
I haven’t had my
dip in you.

the daily grind
that fills my cup,
isn’t quite
the pick me up.

every tedious
task or chore
passes on
with nothing more.

you didn’t leave
and nor did I,
but something’s gone-
I can’t deny.

there is no draw
without a laugh;
the fun has left
the other half.

it fizzled like
an opened pop;
without some Sun
the flower flops.

it’s kinda sad
but what to do?
my roast was meant
to have au jus.