I run in the room,
tears in my eyes,
if only one knew,
the sorrow I cried,
I sit on the ground,
look around as I frown,
I grab the picture off the wall,
and crumble it into a ball,
my heart is done being taken on a ride,
I cannot take it, this is the high tide,
I am done being hurt,
by those who say they love me,
I am done being hurt,
by the one who ignores me,
I look all around,
and see all the memories,
I look all around,
and think of the tragedies,
I never knew that,
you would be the one,
I knew knew that,
you would make me feel so dumb,
I sit here and sigh,
and grab me a knife,
and thrust it into my chest,
and fall into final rest,
I gave you my heart,
and you took it away,
I gave you my love,
and you took it astray,
so now as I take my final rest,
I could not live with all of the stress,
don't tell them you loved me,
cause they know it's not true,
just tell them you used me,
and left me alone.