White Horse
From the moment I first met you,
I thought that it would be
You and me together;
Happy and free.
You and me forever,
I guess I couldn't see;
That you didn't care;
At least not for me.
For years I rode on my white horse;
In my own world, just you and I.
A world in which you loved me,
But this world was just a lie.
In these years of deceiving my heart,
I only made it easier for you to tear it apart.
I saw that other girl, the one that you
Held close in your arms, I thought it couldn't be true.
In an instant off my white horse I was hurled;
Along with my heart I was thrown into the real world.
I don't know when I'll be able to start
Picking up the shattered pieces of my broken heart.
I love you, it's that simple don't you see?
I don't understand why you don't love me.
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