She doesn't love me.
I've never forgot her touch.
Her love is something I miss.
Her laugh was total bliss.
I wanna cry sometimes.
When I think about the new you.
Even when you are in my mind.
I remember how you were one of a kind.
Yes I hate myself for what you've became.
Yes, I take part of the Blame.
I want to forget this and remember the memories that came.
But I can't because you are always in pain.
And sometimes I want to just run away.
To find that one escape.
That might just make everything okay.
But either way my world would shatter and break.
I don't know what to do anymore.
You were mine and life was great.
I faced the mirror and I can't see myself no more.
Even when I called and acted fake.
You were the one at stake.
