
Haven't heard from you in years
and yet you call me again that day
asking to get me back
I'd tell you I would, if there was a way
I'll be the first to admit
I still love you, even if a bit
But when you threw my heart away
I was cornered, fell into a ditch
You tell me, somehow, there's a way
And yet for the past year, I ceased to exist
Sure enough, I was nearing the end
Now if only I could fine the exit
And now I'm left, wandering alone
as your words, your promises
left stalking me, echoing
as if it was all that was left of our memories
You know I can't let it go
like it was never part of me
to co-exist with another
in which I'd never be free
So you called me again to meet me that day
But I'll be the first to admit
I'd rather die than stay away.
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