My heart dropped to my shoes.
My eyes are grey instead of blue.
I haven’t been the same.
I don’t want to play this fucking game.
Those eyes haunt my dreams.
I’m tearing at the seams.
Broken bones, nasty bruises.
Why am I the one that loses?
Someone must fill your immense gap,
however, I pity the poor sap.
I’ll find a way to let go.
I’ll find a new way to let love grow.
We both know I’m lying.
We both know I’m up late sighing.
I know the situation is lonely.
You made your point: I’m not good enough to be your only.
I’d say see you around, but that’s not the case.
We both know I’ve lost this mighty race.

I’m angry all the time.
I guess the fault is mine.