Truth

Maybe you are losing interest.
Maybe it was never meant to be.
I cannot control my state of mind,
So I will drink until I see.

Watching from a distance,
I want to be there for you.
It is the fact I know you do not need me,
That cuts me 10 inches deep.
Into my rotten, lovesick soul.

So wont you kill me,
rip my heart from the bottom of my soul.
So wont you hold me one last time,
let me feel the peace I felt before.
So wont you kill me, take this heart still beating,
heal these wounds that are so sore.
Just say the words, dont lead me on.

You dont love me anymore.