When we fell apart, sometime around two years ago.

and this ring i wear,

this one on my middle finger.

i wear it in vain,

don't you see?

because when she had given it to me,

it meant all the world.

i couldn't live with out it.

i had loved her with all my heart.

until she broke me apart.

 

that late night we had spent,

listening to the soft rythms of her song.

kissing under the shadows of the moonlight.

it was the happiest i'd ever been.

but,

it doesn't matter anymore.

 

nights later when she called me,

and told me what she had done.

i'm not sure what i'd felt,

was it love, or pure hate?

 

and a week later,

when she came to see me after it all.

when i thought it was all done and over with.

she delivered me that message,

to told me we were over,

i was just a fling.

but she still loved me more.

 

and as he called her that same night,

i thought to myself,

how could this all happen?

so quickly,

how could i be so willing?

 

she talked to him,

with words of passion,

making sure i got a good listen.

 

i was angry, and she knew.

she knew so well.

i asked to say a few words,

she smiled and said sure.

as i grasped the phone,

the anger came, like a gun to my head,

i spat out words that i had never said.

you would think,

that i felt relief.

but no,

because i wasn't angry at him.

 

i wanted to hit her,

i wanted to hurt,

like i never had before.

i wanted to kiss her,

cause i missed her.

i wanted to kill her,

take back my saving her.

 

weeks later,

i thought i was over her.

as i'd seen the scars that rest upon

her arms and legs,

i'd realized that i pittied her.

it hurt to see her hurting.

it hurt to see them loving.

 

and months later,

i was getting over it all.

but as she grabbed my hand,

and told me she loved me,

i was filled with confusion.

i don't know what i felt that night,

or the nights that later came,

but i know it was all a game.

 

but this was just us tearing apart,

are flame had grown cold,

and we'd grown old.

she had moved on,

oh so quickly,

and i think that second night,

the one where she'd told me what she'd done,

was just a way of telling me,

"i'm over you, so please just leave me alone."

 

and now, a year later.

i'm getting over it.

i want to forgive her,

but dear,

this ring i wear,

this one on my middle finger.

i wear it in vain,

don't you see?

because when she had given it to me,

it meant all the world.

i couldn't live without it.

i had loved her with all my heart.

until she broke me apart.