• Her words are meaningless,
    Just like her life.
    It's always been about the pain,
    It's always been about the strife.
    She calls his name out from the dark,
    Her heart is dead,
    He left his mark.
    She screams out loud,
    To soften the pain,
    Her tears they come,
    Like falling rain.
    The notes she writes,
    He tears apart.
    He abandoned her there,
    And stole her heart.
    She feels so used,
    So broken, so bent
    All the words he told her,
    He never meant.
    She lies awake and wonders why.
    She crosses her heart,
    And hopes to die.