He waits,
He hates
The way I love him so.
When I cry,
He walks on by,
And tells me just to go.
He hates
The way I love him so.
When I cry,
He walks on by,
And tells me just to go.
Hearts ache,
Scars take,
Time for them to heal.
Now I,
Won't try
Unless your love was real.
He stares,
But doesn't care,
That I am dying inside.
He waits,
As I take slow and easy breaths.
Convince me,
That I'll see
The light of joy someday.
Each tear,
Is left here,
The scars won't fade away
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