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They Call It Heartbreak
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think of me as a monster of darkness.
im best left alone in the blackness of my soul.
but i never said i was smart.
ill crawl out to you when the sun is out and learn you like a book.
ill treat you nice if you treat me well,
but when the day comes that i realize the harm you do to me by keeping me in the light, i will leave you.
i will never come back.
and try you may, but i will act as if we never met.
because we didnt.
i met you.
you never saw me as i saw you.
i saw you and began to rue that day we met.
but why you ask?
because i fell.
i fell in love with you.
and you thought of me as a friend.
so i lie here,
my hollow carcass draining.
i knew it was wrong to have gone out that day.
and as i watch my life fade away,
i think of you.
with her.
and my boldness that caused all this pain.
because i am not who i thought i was.
for am not a monster,
but a host to the parasite of love.
and the trickle of regret flows in where the nectar of my life used to be.
so cry you bastard.
cry for me.
and feel the pain that you caused me.
because i never cried when you were gone.
i felt ashamed.
because you were blind and i was tired of trying.
so i. gave. up.
im best left alone in the blackness of my soul.
but i never said i was smart.
ill crawl out to you when the sun is out and learn you like a book.
ill treat you nice if you treat me well,
but when the day comes that i realize the harm you do to me by keeping me in the light, i will leave you.
i will never come back.
and try you may, but i will act as if we never met.
because we didnt.
i met you.
you never saw me as i saw you.
i saw you and began to rue that day we met.
but why you ask?
because i fell.
i fell in love with you.
and you thought of me as a friend.
so i lie here,
my hollow carcass draining.
i knew it was wrong to have gone out that day.
and as i watch my life fade away,
i think of you.
with her.
and my boldness that caused all this pain.
because i am not who i thought i was.
for am not a monster,
but a host to the parasite of love.
and the trickle of regret flows in where the nectar of my life used to be.
so cry you bastard.
cry for me.
and feel the pain that you caused me.
because i never cried when you were gone.
i felt ashamed.
because you were blind and i was tired of trying.
so i. gave. up.
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