I can't be use to this.
I shouldn't be.
But I'm not crying over a loss,
being in this despairity.
I lost love,
and I'm not crying.
Is my heart dead,
and not dying?
I don't know the answer anymore.
I just know I walked out her door.
I'm alone again,
and yet I don't care.
I could have loved her,
and now I'm not there.
You reset my life,
and made me start over.
now my mends are broken,
and I don't look over my shoulder.
I don't want you no more.
You made this another lore.
Another poem of me being without,
as I tried to give a loneliness shout.
The shout wouldn't come,
and my ear wouldn't hear one.
I will live my life now alone,
I guess like to should at home.
Leave me to my story,
leave me to my own mind.
Just leave me alone now,
and I'll forget you in time.
Justin, The White Rose
