Heartbroken

I see you in a different light,  
Looking back at the road after these years,  
I don’t know if I should stay and fight,  
Especially because I see all your tears.  
You’re crying a river about to go over the  
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But I just don’t know what to think,  
I'd prepared for the worst and now it’s my call…  
And yet I’m more afraid to take to drink.  
I know what I feel for you is still real,  
I’m really hurt, disappointed and jaded,  
I’m too fucking old this kind of ordeal,  
In a way I feel sorry too but mostly degraded.  
There’s no sense in wailing - what’s the use?  
It’s just that my heart now is in a different place,  
All my poetry is hung up on a tree in a noose,  
Tainted forever whenever I see your face.