Even if you try
thinking that it's just one lie.
A life can change,
with what’s left to rearrange.
And even if I didn’t care,
this whole hope has lead to despair.
Why must the good guy fall?
Left with nothing but an empty hall.
The rooms divided
by Hate and Fear,
Hope and Trust,
Love and Lust,
But Myself, I Cannot trust.
Have you ever lost hope?
Thinking this was all a stubborn joke.
Maybe I'm Sick of this Game!
Is it I’m too nice,
Or that I Give Advice,
Was it The Emotion i showed that no guy could own!
I don’t really Know..
and if you're sitting there
thinking this is all for flare
then you don't know me
and I don’t want you apart of me.
Nonetheless-
Was it all for the best,
leaving this pain within my chest.
This isn't the first
and I doubt its the last,
but I don’t need actions repeating from my past.
From pain to heartaches from years on past,
Without I would be nothing,
but with I am me, pain and all.
Yet this pain
has defined me.
And I have no wish to change
or to rearrange what remains.
I tell myself this is not the end,
but I’m sick of being the friend...