Was it really love?
I lay in tears
Stay in locked doors
Knowing that I lost myself
In a search for an illusion
A passing cloud
It was all a mirage
And now here I am
Wondering why I fell victim
I was in a search for love
For happiness
But all you wanted was bliss
Comfort
Somebody by your side
Now here I am
Beating myself up
Trying to piece together the last of my pieces
While you are outside
Drinking your regrets away
But who is to blame?
For your poor decisions
Or are they mine?
Since you blame me for them
Now it’s a war
A war between forgetting and getting over it
And I’m not just lost,
I’m cold
Stone-cold
My feelings numb
But the pain, paralyzing
Double incisions
Stitched across my heart
Hands across my chest
Holding my broken soul
Hoping you’ll come to your senses
Remember your promises
Your vows
And how much we put into it before it all crashed
Maybe it’s not our fault
We were just young and dumb
And that’s why we hit a berg
But boy we messed up
And here I bear the fruit
The fruit of what we thought was love
Now I don’t believe in love
Cause even salt looks like sugar
And in a world so cruel
Lust is labeled as love
Or does love not exist?
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