I keep reminding myself,why i’m not loved,
the way I deserved YOU to love me.
I keep telling myself, the day will come,
when you’ll save me.
But, you’ve just continue to stare at my wounds,
and wonder how to stop the bleeding.
I keep hoping.That doesn’t get us any nearer,
maybe my heart will stop dying,if i tell you.
I count my heartache each day and pretend,that
i’m not still just that burden on your back.
Just when my heart starts to heal,another memory of you,
punctures my heart and leaves a hole.
I’m tired of everything around me echoing you.
My heart keeps wilting away.
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