No Love

Fuck love, I’m tired of trying. Feel like I’m dying. A black hole where my heart used to be, Since you took it from me. You ripped it straight from my chest, Made it hurt in the most torturous ways. And what’s pathetic is I still love you and think you’re the best. And sometimes I think I’d rather take a gun to the head Or strap a bomb to a vest. At least then I wouldn’t ever have to feel this way And I wouldn’t put you under so much stress and pain. Then I say to myself, “What good would it do, When it’s all said and done she’ll still have you.” So I toss out my hope and my love and my happy And sit here in a shell, emotionless, careless, hollow Because you were all that could ignite me.