I try to tell myself
everything’s gonna be okay…
I try to tell myself
my thoughts of her will simply go away…
I try to tell myself
it’s okay, man, just move on…
I try to tell myself
find some happiness in my sad song…
......
After we held each other for the last time
You entered yr uber with tears in yr eyes
Knowing this is the last time we ever see each other
My tears beagn to flow as I watch the car drive away
Maybe, I should've accepted the ring
But it would have been the wrong decision
I would be uprooted to a country I haven't been in
Since I was five
And I don't think I could accept
As it was too soon to sse if our love can survive
......
I’m stressed out
by my narcissistic mother...
I’m stressed out
by my clueless dad...
I’m stressed out
by my bratty children...
They’re all driving me
frickin’ mad...
They all tell me
......
Saccharine cream, sugar you savored.
What was once sweet, now petulantly fatiguing.
Resentment’s putrid, affection’s a stale feeling.
My love for you faded with a sip of bitter flavor.
There’s a battle I’m left for dead, it’s in your nature.
Our love, now spiteful, tastes helpless, defeating.
Wounds of betrayal remain raw, hardly healing.
Inebriated waters, my body a Mesopotamia, never a stranger.
......
What about the walks we used to take...
What about the dinners we used to make...
What about the dreams we used to plan...
What about the strolls we took hand-in-hand...
What about movies we use to see...
What about our spa nights, just you and me...
What about the Jeep you use to drive...
What about you making me feel alive...
......
After we held each other for the last time
You entered yr uber with tears in yr eyes
Knowing this is the last time we ever see each other
My tears beagn to flow as I watch the car drive away
Maybe, I should've accepted the ring
But it would have been the wrong decision
I would be uprooted to a country I haven't been in
Since I was five
And I don't think I could accept
As it was too soon to sse if our love can survive
......
Saccharine cream, sugar you savored.
What was once sweet, now petulantly fatiguing.
Resentment’s putrid, affection’s a stale feeling.
My love for you faded with a sip of bitter flavor.
There’s a battle I’m left for dead, it’s in your nature.
Our love, now spiteful, tastes helpless, defeating.
Wounds of betrayal remain raw, hardly healing.
Inebriated waters, my body a Mesopotamia, never a stranger.
......
She climbed out of bed...
And then she said...
“I’m leaving you because there’s
No nothing more between us...”
She said our love was dead...
She packed up...
Then she cracked up...
“How could you think I’d stay
When you don’t even like me?”
......
I try to tell myself
everything’s gonna be okay…
I try to tell myself
my thoughts of her will simply go away…
I try to tell myself
it’s okay, man, just move on…
I try to tell myself
find some happiness in my sad song…
......
Her flower garden...
If you love them just right, then they’ll love you right back...
Her flower garden...
If you treat them with care, then they’ll always be there...
Flowers are just like people...
one must nurture the relationship to keep it alive...
Her flower garden...
......