Let the tears drip down your eyes,
Every bit of hurt coming from those lies.
He said he loved you,
But were his words ever true?
All he did was use you,
After he was done he found someone new.
He never thinks about hurt you are,
All he knows is life at the bar.
He won’t admit it but he misses your smile,
He looks at your picture, once in a while.
Don’t let him bring up that knife,
You never know it could end a life.
As he brings that knife to his hip,
He thinks of you as a single tear rolls down, hoping that his
knife won’t slip..
~This was written by me, through all the tears..