If you took me out one day,
To a theme park I would say,
The roller coaster was my favorite ride,
And you once were my favorite guide.
But like a roller coaster,
It didn’t last.
For the one you took me on,
Well, it went way too fast.
When you took my hand on that first ride,
My heart jumped,
You made me feel like there was nothing I could hide.
I felt so calm besides you,
While you held my hand so safely.
And I just thought “maybe”,
“Maybe roller coasters weren’t so bad after all, even with a fall”.
But the fall came deep and fast.
I thought “this pain can’t possibly last”,
It was too much and too deep.
And I wanted to get off that roller coaster with a leap.
But then the hill ended,
And somehow you convinced me to stay on much longer.
You made me feel like all of the bumps were done, so I bended.
Yet when there were more how could I not be offended?
I wanted to die.
But yet I made excuses.
“All roller coasters have bumps” I said.
But this one gave me bruises.
Bruises will heal with time,
But the ones on my heart...
Well, all I can do is rhyme about you.
At least until you get the clue.
But you never will...
Will you?