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All of my love is lost, I no longer have a heart now 
Too many wounds from being on this battleground 
I've never been hurt, I wish I could say that was true 
You're who I'm drinking to forget,but my mind always comes back to you
I shouldn't have said that, I just gave you an advantage 
I'm just trying to make it through while stranded 
Tell people what they want to hear?, sorry but I'd rather speak Factually 
Emotional at times, but at other times I suffer from Apathy 
Who knew saving the Princess would be a Catastrophe? 
She didn't appreciate it and broke me in return
So now I'm using my pen to cause casualties
why would I water it down when you can see my burns? 
Depression leaves from time to time, and my mood starts to lift 
But then it comes back just as I think I've won, and think it's been missed
But how can I fault it when it's the only thing that came back to me after leaving? 
I'm writing a story, but I just spent a whole chapter bleeding 
These are just the habits of my heart
When I have one
I need to put my sadness in my art 
Where's my pad gone? 
Crying over a girl who's probably doing god knows what with the next guy
I was there when you needed me, mended you and offered you everything, how can I not be the best guy? 
You made me look stupid when you knew this was something I was scared about 
Now I'm out having meaningless sex with females I don't care about 
Females I won't care about 
Is this too much for me to air out? 
I don't believe in secrets, I'd rather let it all be known
Even if it's just so I'm no longer alone 
Lately I've cut the world off, But I still answer the girls who are sending nudes to my phone 
I've got an obsession with chatting girls up and I find sex therapeutic 
Let me be real, that's me hiding because every time I used my heart they abused it 
One day you'll wake up and realised you called it wrong
And that I was the perfect guy for you all along
But then it'll be too late, and you'll feel the type of hurt I'm feeling now
Even though I'm hurt, I've began healing now
You weren't a real queen, you were an imposter who went around stealing crowns 
With a pretty smile and fake love as a costume 
So now I'm listening to Drake's take care album at full volume 
You stabbed me in the back, so now you've been cut off
This is why all of my love's lost
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