Checkmate.
How could you just leave me to the abyss?
I see your point of view...
I suspected in all my time with you the sweet aroma of sorrow and reminiscence for the girl that never gave a damn about you.
Yet the one who does give a damn is forgotten and forsaken.
I thought I had won this battle...that I had safely secured you under my arm
And that I could trust you with my heart in your hands.
But that was a lie all along.
Wanting to scream because the inside of me feels dead
While my outside functions under apathy.
I feel hope draining;
Hesitating on whether to give up on finding the one
Or to keep myself riding around like a horse on a carousel.
I dunno how to unexpect the expected.