He used to smile
His head was held high
He'd show his teeth white as tile
And look you in the eye
When you saw him you knew
This boy was in love
But the things she put him through..
You couldn't dream of.
She told him she loved him
Time after time..
She wrote it in letters
And wrote it in rhymes
But why would you kill
The man that you love ?
Destroy his very will;
Drag him to the edge of his limits..then shove ?
It really didn't take long..
For her to crush him..
She did him so wrong
He wanted his life to end
He should have known she was lying..
In that love letter she wrote.
The one he put in a frame,
A frame which now broke.
And looking at the glass
He see his reflection
Broken and smashed
Filled with rejection..
What did he do?
Did he fill her with hate?
He sickens himself..
He knows its too late.
Because seeing his face
Fills him with rage
He's choking on disgrace
He's at his books last page
And the ink is dull...
Its fading away
As he digs his final hole,
There's nothing left to say.
He knows all her secrets.
He knows all her lies.
He can see her soul
When he looks in her eyes.
That's when she looks down...
To the left or the right,
She feels ashamed
When penetrated by his sight.
Because she can see that he knows
Every thought in her head
And as the inner girl shows
His heart is no longer red...
He picks up a piece of his reflection
Lying on the ground,
Watching as it fades away
And transparency is found...
This frame is like his heart
Broken on the floor,
The floor which marks the start
To the end of her fall which is no more.
And though he still loves her,
She simply doesn't care.
The only thing for sure
Is that pain is never fair.
And it hurts too much
Just to say her name,
To think about her touch
And remember all their game...
And so he has given up
Just like she did on him,
He's done that to his life
Now he's ready for the end.
And what better way
Than to drain out his heart
Though its in his body
She took it with her the day she decided to depart...
As he cuts into his wrist
He can't help but think,
What part of love was it that I missed
When I had to blink...
It doesn't matter anymore..
Blood drips down his chair
A large red puddle on the floor
He no longer has to care...
It really wasn't a hard choice..
It didn't make him sad..
Hearing the sound of her sweet voice
Reminded him she's all he ever had..
So having nothing
Helped him choose..
Because when you've got nothing
You've got nothing to lose...

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