Not Okay

I came to you with bags in tow and begged you to tell me to stay, but you just opened the door for me, and so I walked away.

But I never wanted us to end up where we are. From lovers to strangers once again it seems we were never destined for the stars.

Time it moves so slowly, especially at night. All alone in the dark the tears fill up my sight.

You said, "I'm sorry" and "I love you" but still you never tried to fix what had been broken. Was it ignorance, or pride?

Do you know the problem? Do you even care? Did you really love me, or was it all for flare?

My heart it is still broken and I break it more each day holding on to foolish hope that you'll come back and say

All the things I need to hear with actions so sincere, but as each day passes that hope slowly disappears.

So I pick up what's left of my broken heart, again. Bleeding from my fingertips as the shards they cut my skin.

Still wondering, if you really loved me, if you were really mine, why am I so broken and you, well you're just fine?