Poezja

It may be true that your still here, but you've already gone...
You packed your love, and locked the doors, and left me on my own,
You don't even try to understand, the things you do to me...
I guess that makes it easy, so you won't have to see,
If that's the way you really feel, I guess were too far gone...
And every face you've showed till now, have all been painted on,
I know that I have made mistakes, but you havce made them too...
If we can't admit when were wrong, then were as good as through,
Why do we say the things, to cause eachother pain...
Why do we hurt eachother, when there's nothing to be gained,
I thought you said you loved me, did you mean to lead me on?
If your trying to kill my love for you, it will soon be gone,
Look inside yourself, and tell me what you see...
Are you flesh and bone or made of stone, are you longing to be free?
You want to put the blame on me, well I'll take my share...
But it's time you looked into the mirror, and decide how much you care,
If you can't see it's killing me, without you by my side...
Then walk away but never say, that I never tried.