She changed me into who she wanted
Into who she needed.
I was her creation,
But when I turn to face her.
She turns away.
Doesn't she love me?
Didn't she love me?
I'm what she created
so I figured she'd love me.
But that's turned into a fictious belief.
I'm roaming a world cold and alone.
This heartache hurts more than I'd expect it to.
It feels like an empty void.
I wonder if my heart even exist any more.
I'm thinkin maybe she got it
She up and left with it.
Its a possibility right?
Just lie to me and say she did.
It'd be easier for me to except
rather than me make belive'n my hearts in a strangers hands.
I rather it be her
despite all the neglects
And the constant abuse's from her
"Love distorts my mental thinking and creates this void deep within me. Maybe its you I need to complete me. Don't neglect me, you have the pieces needed to complete me"
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