whenever i seem to think of you
it never fails to make me sad.
remembering all the good times
and some of the bad times that we've had.
now your not even in my life at all
and i dont know if thats bad or good
sometimes i wanna call you
but i dont think that i should.
cuz when i think back on this past
it wasnt such a happy time
a part of me drew empty
you took something of mine.
leaving me cold and alone
my world a brittle mess
knowing there was nothing i could possibly do
did i really even try my best?
id like to think i did
but the cold hard truth is no
a part of me was reliungished
at some point, i was happy to be letting u go.
i began to prepare myself for it all
now it all seems so surreal
im learning how to move on
with a broken heart, how to deal.