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The words I write, I write from my heart.
The pain I feel is over something that never was real.
The fake facade that he put up, to get me, now look it's me sitting here crying.
Trying to figure out what I did wrong, but yet all I can hear is the same old song..
You left me, but you provoked me. I promised you forever, and left you tomorrow.
Now I am the one drowning in sorrows.
Praying and wishing it will be better tomorrow.
Love wasn't suppose to be this hard.
I thought that was the easiest part, of this thing called life.
But despite the pain, and hardship I feel, I know that our love was real
Maybe it wasn't, but it at least it was to me.
You know what they say, it's better to have loved, and lost
then to not love at all.
Which has to false, because you cant miss something you never had.
Because I'll be over it tomorrow, but you you will always wonder what if.