The End
Why is it always the same story?
Will I never learn?
A few months of golden glory,
Then I always get burned.
Lets take a step back,
I still want to be your friend.
Then it eventually it all comes down to
This is the end.
I am tired of trying.
No more letting the walls down.
I cant quit crying.
I hate this small town.
I really can't take this shit anymore;
Letting my feelings get played with.
It makes me feel like a whore.
Useless, worn out, and no one anyone wants to be with.
Every one of you
Has taken a little chunk of me.
I am practically see through
for all that is left of me.
No matter how hard I try
to keep myself together.
Pretending I'll be alright
even in this stormy weather.
But the clouds are dark;
and the wind is fast.
You have left your mark;
and become part of my past.
=Me and boyfriend at the time were on the verge of a breakup.=
