Pulling out my hair
Now having barely any to spare
The memories go through my head
As i cry and lie in my bed
The soft touch of his lips
The memories made my body tense
The way his hand ran across my thigh
At the time it felt nice
I feel the pain
As the memories run through my brain
I ache for his touch
Only wanting a little but not too much
Now i can not have none
And the weight on my shoulders weighs more than a ton
But i cant forget his face
And i can only crave his taste
But in the in the end his love was just fake
And the way my heart went to waste
Pulling out my hair
My heart now broken with none to spare
