Tear and mascara are staining my sleeve,
I am trying to not let my chest heave,
But that's hard to do, when I can hardly breath.
You don't know what you do with what you say.
You don't know how often I have to pretend to be okay.
You cant know because you do this nearly everyday.
Yet it is I who will apologize, why I do not know.
Again nothing new it's just how things goes.
I'll love you to death, until death do us part.
For it is you to whom I have relinquished my heart.
Some days are good, while most a bad.
Despite the pain you will always be the best I've ever had.