You dont want me around,
Ever since I brought up you and me;
You wanted out
Because you had other dreams,
You never saw us working out;
So you took off on your own
And left me here; in doubt
You never even knew that you hurt me,
You just took off in a hurry
But telling you the truth; I cried,
Every now and then wishing I could just die
The pain of a broken heart,
Is worst than that of a bullet wound
The pain seems to last forever,
Yet you want it gone for good.
Sometimes you call or text me,
And I dont reply.
Not because I dont care,
I just dont want to lie.
By telling you that I'm alright
That everything is fine with me,
Everything is going down hill for me.
Thinking of you puts life in a diffrent tune;
Its like a bag of salt
Being poured on my open wound
From that point on,
Everything begins again;
Its the healing process,
That will never end.