And now I turn my back
on who I thought you were;
this hatred will burn
until I'm dead and cold.

The absence of hope cuts us both so deeply;
our wounds fill up with your lies.
I fear that we will never deal, never heal.
We will eventually bleed out, alone.

The beauty within you
can't help but escape.
Inside and out;
you are perfection.

Truly old enough to know better
I've made such a fool of myself
I could forget when we were together
but I feel shame around everyone else

I always say the wrong thing
and for this I sincerely apologize.
Why is everything so awkward?
This is not at all what I fantasized.

Only you can do the right thing;
I'm here for distraction, for satisfaction.
I can lead you down the righteous path,
but I have no power over you.

It won't be much longer
so if you think you'll miss me
tell me now, show me how
before I start over with him

We were matching strides,
your hand in mine,
when you fell behind;
I can't save you now.

If there were words
for exactly how I feel
I wouldn't spend hours
hitting the backspace key

Happiness arrives by text;
"I'll see you later."
Sadness follows when
later never comes.