Such a beautiful day, isnt it?
Everything is calm.
Perfect and fine
Or so you think.
As for reality, you\'re in pain.
Crying and weeping.
Sitting there as she plays you like a violin.
Pretending to love you,
Just to make you happy.
But in all honesty, doesn\'t love you,
Doesn\'t care for you.
Her heart full of pitty for you
Her heart is filled with nothing
But a secret hatred for you.
You pretend to be okay.
You pretend you don\'t know she\'s playing you.
But of course you hear the screams
And the voice of denial.
You hear them saying \"wake up\".
You\'re the pawn in the game.
She doesn\'t love you.
Against your better judgement,
You keep ignoring and denying your instincts.
In the end, you\'re left broken
And shattered to a million pieces.
You\'re left confused and empty.
Now you\'re just there looking back,
Wishing you listened to those instincts,
Instead of living in denial.
You now sit there asking,
\"Was this pain all worth it?\"
But the answer is self evident.
It wasn\'t. The suffering was unbearable.
You sit there, slowly becoming a memory.
Becoming nothing more than a mistake,
As you bid farewell to the girl
You once loved,
Soon vanishing into a dwindling light.