Fuck you.

My love, my lover, on my own.

Turn around, I can't speak, I can't make a sound.

I had my heart written out in stone,

Giving you my all, but all i got back in return was the grave stone.

I was blinded, your perfection connected my connection, 

Your mishaps in mis-shaped perceptions.

Sliced right down the chest, and torn open, to eat the carcus alive.

Not making any zZ for a couple of nights.

You know I dream, I dream about you.

A wasted million thoughts, all tied up in a bow.

All pretty for the eyes to see but really

Ima' broken mirror, shattered and broken.

But your the splinter, i could not see, just feel.