This Time You Cut Too Deep
Every time I think of you
it eats at me inside.
No matter how far the distance,
it seems your always on my mind.
Picking at my thoughts and dreams
I've got nothing left to hide.
Leave me to my solace.
Get the hell out of my mind!
Stop telling me you love me,
when its true you never cared.
Proven by the way
you just upped and disappeared.
Their has to be a lesson here.
If I wait I'm sure to find.
That everything you've put me through
will help me out in time.
Till then forget you ever met me,
it shouldn't be to hard.
Lies are what your good at -
and breaking peoples hearts.
So next time you hear the rain
stare up and think of me.
Remember what I told you babe;
this time you cut too deep.
Ernesto Prince
It was time to say goodbye.
Copyright © Eli Pickle | Year Posted 2011
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