And if time doesn't heal this
I'll take the blame
Due to the fact
That I'm guilty of stupidity and naivety
Because I gave in and fell too easily

I'm at fault
Because I chose to believe
The sweet words he whispered in my ear
Caught up in the 'You're beautiful's
The 'I'm falling for you's
The 'You touch me like no other's

I fell for sweet nothings
And empty promises.
How stupid am I?

Stupid enough
To miss you, still.
Dense enough
To continually let you know
That I wished you were beside me
Despite the fact that you made it so clear
What you wanted when you constantly stated
That you wanted to be inside me.

Which sparks a self-interrogation
That brings to the surface my fears
Which induce tears
Because even though I wanna hate you enough to let go
I can't
And I miss you even more.

Along with the fact that you have a girl that you adore
The one with that good gushy pussy
That don't quite keep you satisfied
And you prowl the streets looking for more.

How can I be sure
That the fate that has befallen her
Won't befall me?


And what’s sad is that if you were to die tomorrow, I’d be there crying alongside your current girl. Crying just as hard, if not harder than her...this I proclaim as true, because, even though, I feel as if you’re partially dead to me already, unreachable, if you went forever you’d take all my crazy, half-dead hopes and dreams with you; as well as, numerous pieces of my heart.
Her pain would have absolutely nothing on mine because she’d had you, she’d had the time to experience you, but I... I’ve been left with the illusion of you, a cold bed, warmed by the delusion of you, lying next to me, when she had the real thing.
Or maybe she’ll hurt more because she’s unaccustomed to the nights full of emptiness and tears while she wishes you were beside her. Because she’s not familiar with reminiscing, tears dripping, standing over a basin of dirty dishes. Because the feeling of her heart being ripped out and stomped on repeatedly, daily is completely alien to her.
But she won’t see her hopes and dreams buried with your body. I will, and it’ll be as if you’re taking my soul.