Aye, nothing’s certain on this green earth,
Of the emotions I need you to feel—there is a dearth,
Good intentions, great expectations:
I was caught up in all your lurid insinuations.
The plan was together forever,
You stopped caring; you said, "Whatever."
My sky's a threatening, looming black,
With a tepid smile I wear a mask.
Now, I'm hurting deep within my chest,
'Cause I swear I really gave it my best,
A new tomorrow is still what we seek,
Of wanton despair, today still reeks.
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From our fond memories,
To my reckless idiocies—
Fresh in my heart is a gaping hole still,
It's a damn void you can't fill,
A card deck you can't deal,
Some tough decision that you cannot will…
If you call, I won't come running back to you,
'Cause with the way things ended,
I doubt we can start things anew.
But I haven't been gone long,
Our bond's still quite strong.
Keep searching:
You will find me,
Where broken hearts go to heal.
