I loved him,
I really did,
But it's an old sad story,
That I live.
How can I ask for more,
From this beautiful man I adore?
I trapped him and kept him down,
How can I ask for him to be around?
Out of these eyes,
I could not see.
How can I live,
With this part of me?
He means so much,
Yet so little does it show,
But there's nothing left,
Except the words over the phone.
I am no more woman,
Than I am a child,
As I watch these dreams,
Crumble to a pile.
Now he's gone.
He has left.
Now my heart,
Starves to death.
Misery comes strong,
With this lesson I've learned.
So many times in my life,
I have taken the wrong turn.
One day I hope,
This butterfly with come home,
As for now,
I am left all alone.
I miss him more,
Then what these rythmes could say,
For his heart,
I could not pay.
I loved him,
I really did,
But it's an old sad story,
That I live...
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death is only the begining
