Leera
04-18-2010, 07:55 PM
I remember the first time I saw you, the glint in your eyes said you wanted me, yet the way you moved made me think; you would never really care. I remember staring into your blue eyes, thinking I would never be the same.
Now, here I sit, knowing I was right, because the way you made me feel, I realized it ain’t like movies, there no such thing as a happy ending; there’s only pain and betrayal; agony and deceit.
I still remember the look on your face as you said; it would never work. Indifference painted your face, it looked as if you never cared, and then I think; maybe you never did.
I will never forget, the first time your fingers caressed my face; the sound of your voice, the tender look in your eyes, when you told me you never felt this way before. I remember my smile, so foolishly real, and the sound of my voice, so pathetically authentic as I said; I know how you feel, ‘cause I feel it too.
Still shocked at how long it took, to realize, it was all just a game, that nothing was real, that it was all part of your play.
Now, my brain is filled with information I wish I never had; because deep inside, I know I’d rather live a happy dream, than face reality alone.
You said you’d always be there, said you’d never leave me alone; baby, if that is true, then how come you’re not here? Then how come I face hell alone? Then how come you didn’t show me the other side; how come you didn’t tell me it would be all right?
Yet here I sit, not needing your answer, because I already know it: It never will be, was never supposed to be.
You walked away, knowing you would tear me apart, knowing the lack of your love, the lack of your caress, would crush me like landslide.
Yet here I lie, crushed and torn apart, yet still alive, beneath the mound of rocks, the ones that you sent;
Now, here I sit, knowing I was right, because the way you made me feel, I realized it ain’t like movies, there no such thing as a happy ending; there’s only pain and betrayal; agony and deceit.
I still remember the look on your face as you said; it would never work. Indifference painted your face, it looked as if you never cared, and then I think; maybe you never did.
I will never forget, the first time your fingers caressed my face; the sound of your voice, the tender look in your eyes, when you told me you never felt this way before. I remember my smile, so foolishly real, and the sound of my voice, so pathetically authentic as I said; I know how you feel, ‘cause I feel it too.
Still shocked at how long it took, to realize, it was all just a game, that nothing was real, that it was all part of your play.
Now, my brain is filled with information I wish I never had; because deep inside, I know I’d rather live a happy dream, than face reality alone.
You said you’d always be there, said you’d never leave me alone; baby, if that is true, then how come you’re not here? Then how come I face hell alone? Then how come you didn’t show me the other side; how come you didn’t tell me it would be all right?
Yet here I sit, not needing your answer, because I already know it: It never will be, was never supposed to be.
You walked away, knowing you would tear me apart, knowing the lack of your love, the lack of your caress, would crush me like landslide.
Yet here I lie, crushed and torn apart, yet still alive, beneath the mound of rocks, the ones that you sent;