geometricide
Bluelighter
I struggle to be heard, obviously an uphill battle...
You never seemed to know all I truly showed you was my love.
All of it, every word- every tear, was to prove to you my compassion.
My heart has now been devoured, tenderized with fake excuses which are usually non-sensical.
But I always hear you, always trust you wouldn't lie.
It's respect which I convey, unlike your hurtful actions- they do speak the loudest.
I give you everything I have and you still want to look elsewhere.
Why does my soul need you? Why do I cry for you each day?
Alone in a room of people... sorrow eventually creates a hunger, a need to be loved and not lost.
You never seemed to know all I truly showed you was my love.
All of it, every word- every tear, was to prove to you my compassion.
My heart has now been devoured, tenderized with fake excuses which are usually non-sensical.
But I always hear you, always trust you wouldn't lie.
It's respect which I convey, unlike your hurtful actions- they do speak the loudest.
I give you everything I have and you still want to look elsewhere.
Why does my soul need you? Why do I cry for you each day?
Alone in a room of people... sorrow eventually creates a hunger, a need to be loved and not lost.
