You gave up or maybe you never had any hope to begin with
Jut another lonely boy looking for a little company,
Selfishly destroying the girl who wanted nothing more than to love you
And like the shattered glass, the memories cut apart my feet
As I take a stroll down to a lane that leads me back to blank pages,
Where I pour out every ounce of pain that will never cease
It was so east for you to walk away from me
Heartbroken, arms stretched out, reaching for your perfect hands,
The same hands that held me and calmed me
Now scratch and rip, They tear out my heart
And In your perfect hands you held my heart and everything that is me,
But it wasn't good enough I gave you my heart, and you gave me false hopes