Why Me
Why me though?
I gave you my heart
and I gave you my soul
my time, and my honor
I loved you like no other.
You see,
I had courage to talk to you
to spring a smile to your face
to make a flame grow in your heart,
but why me,
why now do you treat me this way?
I've done nothing to hurt you
to displease you
you called me a friend
and that killed me inside.
I gave you a quick hug goodbye
thinking I'd see you again and again,
but I dread that day, I should have never let you go.
Now, I am dying,
a hole in my chest, from a shotgun blast
heartbreak and betrayal left behind
so lost,
so confused,
don't know where is where
and where time starts and ends,
only I know that time has stopped ticking for you and I.
Now, go with him,
the 'best thing that happened to you' as you call him,
go with him,
and I hope you are happy,
sure you smile,
but somewhere, the man you knew a Chris Boskovski,
is dead.
But, you keep on smiling,
I guess it's just my Christian duty from God,
to make others love
and have them take a part of my heart and kill me ever
so slowly.
Why me...I ask,
I'll never know...
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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