Morning Mourning

Maybe it was me, it could've been She wanted something better I could lie tell myself I've been here before It's nothing more than a flesh wound it'll heal by morning still I sit here this day mourning Mourning my loss of faith Why do I repeat the same refrain I've never been here before the news hurts much more cause I don't know if these past days those very feelings I shared the tears that went pouring down my face the last of those nights were the real tears of a broken angel I wanted to be told I was good enough but I'm not strong enough to handle another loss at my disposal No hand of my own to hold anymore of all people, why me Does fate hate me Is love something I can't achieve All these questions mean nothing for the answers I searched for all the time only come up in a rhyme with everything I've hoped for laying roses on the grave of me laid the grace of mercy Why does this world betray me not like it was ever a friend to me with everything I once held dear the rumor I cried over Could it be true I need to let it go but I'm far from over.... far from over...