Everyone told me to leave. Everyone but my heart, I fell in love with you, but the night you hurt me I never should have went back, but I did. No one ever looked at me the same because I went back to you. I chose you. But you didn't end up choosing me
To go from talking every day and giving each other that "kick today's ass" motivation to nothing...I can't take back that day but if I could I'd do it in a heartbeat and now that heartbeat I'd give is gone because there is nothing left. It's shattered on the floor and I don't have anything left to pick up the pieces.
I dont like what I see in the mirror anymore, i see sadness,loneliness,ageing, i see pain,hurt,upset, i see someone surviving not really knowing how the fuck i ended up this way, wondering sometimes how it all went so wrong but knowing why, wishing that broken reflection in the mirror wasnt me.