These words pour out of my heart like blood does from a wound
I can’t control it, no matter how much I try to close the hole
I only pray that there is still some left when the bleeding stops
Perhaps that day will come this lifetime, perhaps never

I cannot understand how you have become with me
I cannot understand the words that are coming out of your mouth
I try hard not to be filled with anger, but it seems you already are
It’s so sad that all we are left with is memories and not each other

I’m tired of begging for one more chance, when I didn’t get a second
You drank from my soul, and decided to leave when you had your fill
I deserve more, I deserve better, I deserver to be loved too
But it seems the only one who thinks that is me, not you

(c) 2007 by Gerard C. Johnson