A thousand questions in my eyes,
Feeling like a zombie,
Emotions on a high..
Was it all a dream?
Why do I want to scream?
I don’t think is all over yet,
Don’t you have any regrets?
I tried to fill in the space,
I tried working it all out
They weren’t just words
That slipped from my mouth..
Do you even care anymore?
How I feel like a used emotional whore,
All my love was just a play
U thought I was made of clay..
I m hurt within,
My heart doesn’t beat anymore.
But I don’t blame you for any of it,
For you were always the same
But the question remains…
Did I deserve all of this???