You were everything I wanted then you took that away
Oh what I wouldn't give, to have made you stay
Because if there's one thing I know it's that I love you
And I just wanted to think that you loved me too
With you is where I belong
But now the sad part is that that is gone
'Cause you were everything I wanted then you took that away
And I'd trade the whole **** world for just one more day

If I'd known that five thirteen
On the seventeenth
Would be the very last
Before "I love you" became the past
I wouldn't have left you alone
I'd have said "around you I feel at home"
Because I will love you always
But my hearts as empty as these hallways
Because now you'll never love me back
And now whole world's turning black
Because my perfect angels gone
But still my love burns on

As it always will.

I finally realize, why I could never define the color of your eyes
Because they aren't a normal color, as most people would think
Your skin's the color of innocence so pure
Your hair's the color, of happiness and warmth
Your lips are the color of seduction and love
and your eyes are the color of perfection

Well I managed one day, but I think I went mad
Not that you care, and that's what's making me sad
I dreamt of your touch, of your curves, of your voice
That now are all gone, since you've made your choice
In my dreams, you still loved me
And that's all I want, oh why can't you see?
That without I can't take joy in the warmth of the sun
Because nothing's as warm as your smile was, ***.
I just want to scream out, I love you
But you'll never be here for me to scream to

Your number's deleted, your Facebook blocked
Just like you wanted, I've done as you've asked
My life feels so empty, and my heart has been locked
Now you can forget about me, at long last.

But I won't forget you, I swear on my life
Because I'm still in love, so I pick up my knife.

There's no longer any meaning
My heart won't be bleeding
Love had made me blind
But now I've had enough of your kind
So why not just leave me to die?
It's time to end this, I've at least got to try

Would he compare your eyes to the endless stormy seas?
Could he write you poems that are anything like these?
Would he lose sleep at night, looking for the right words,
to explain that your voice, is more beautiful than the song of birds?
Would he worry that his poems, aren't enough?
Would he even bother with any of this stuff?
I can, I do, I always will
Yet I'm unsure if you love me still