fuck my heart

he starts off with

        it's not you it's me

heard that before
as I'm being escorted out the door

nothing you did
I'm confused
heart torn

again he says as he pushes me away

I'll call
I promise
just need some space

 

you got me crying
heart feels like it's been walked on
give it a few days

scar tissue, makes feelings seem gone
I always survive

reality, who'd love me anyways
I'm a rotting corpse that's hardly alive

Love is a Four Letter Word

Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince