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Nothing Burns Worse


Nothing burns worse than the feeling as though you're not loved

and I'm sorry I'm not a male model with an 8 pack, 

but honestly that sings that I would not be me
 
When I am happy being me.
 
I'm happy trying make you smile and laugh, not ask for pictures of your tits or your ass
 
Nothing burns worse than you not knowing I would have appreciated
 
everything you had to offer from that perfect smile down to your feet
 
and from your lungs that exhale a mist of pure happiness and joy for me
 
to your loving heart in which I seek more than just to see your eyes
 
and hear your laugh, it's just a sudden rush for me
 
Nothing burns worse than knowing that all your work wasn't even thought of
 
Knowing that you did every single thing you could do to make her happy
 
Calling her the gorgeous princess she is and trying to make her feel as beautiful as she is every day,
 
And just my luck,
 
That was a swing and a miss from the one person with which I'd enjoy a meaningful kiss
 
to realize she didn't give two shits about a guy who visualizes her as a goddess 
 
unlike the other guys that aim at her heart with a kick
 
Nothing burns worse than when you can't give her the world you know damn well she deserves
 
It burns with a white hot fire to realize that SHE is your world 
 
But clearly you can't give her that
 
And you can try to receive a glimpse of appreciation of your love,
 
For that world that has an open heart and a cute love for guinea pigs and rabbits
 
that'd rather go for "bad boys" that smoke more than cigs
 
by giving her a symbol of your love 
 
I took my love for that brunette world with big brown eyes
 
and put it into a stuffed bunny 
 
And I thought I'd try to be smoother than honey because I had spent all my money and I thought I could win her over by trying to be kinda funny
 
I gave her the rabbit and I told her I wanted to be more than just friends 
 
And it rattled my brains to hear what she said
 
"I don't like relationships. I'm cheated on by the end
 
When I'm the one who's loyal, and no it doesn't depend
 
On who it is, it's always the same thing when it's my heart that I lend
 
To them, and in return I get a message that he meant to send
 
To the girl he was cheating with"
 
But I'm not like that.
 
I'm not like that
 
I'd realize that you're the one who I'd be with 
 
I'd cherish you for who you are 
 
I'd try to take you near and far and
 
I'd want to just sit with you in a car
 
And simply spend the night staring at the stars 
 
I'd try to make you smile every chance I get
 
Please, can't you see?
 
That I'd never cheat because that would defeat the purpose 
 
Of knowing that you're holding hands with me?
 
Nothing burns worse than hearing her say she didn't care about that
 
Because "she'd heard that from all the other guys"
 
At that very moment my heart sank to the floor
 
And when it slammed into the ground it shattered into a million pieces
 
With each of the million pieces representing a reason why I loved you
 
It burned to the core to remember what you said just before I said "goodnight beautiful"
 
Two nights before I gave you the bunny.
 
You said that I was the last person on Earth that you would expect to cheat
 
And that meant as much of a world to me as you did, do, and always will mean to me
 
Nothing burns worse than the feeling of being wrecked by love
 
Everything feels destroyed
 
It'll leave cursing until they put you in a hearse and 
 
Then you'll finally realize 
 
That I would do anything for you to see me as the right person.
 
And you missed your chance
 
Because you made me want to drown in bourbon
 
When I just wanted to make you feel better; feel like a person
 
But I've moved on now
 
I put out the flames that once burnt me
 
With the realization that I don't need anybody but me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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