Love is a place i cant dream of,

love is an ache that hurts to be touched,

when i think of love

i think of a pit,

a dark one that i

have fallen in.

theres no place for love in a broken heart,

loves not a scene,

but more of an art.

Is a piece of me still there with you?

Because a piece of my heart

is still black and blue,

from the way it was beating

when you were around,

and when it stopped beating

when it hit the ground.

Do you still taste my kiss on your lips?

I still feel the hands you had on my hips,

we danced and we danced,

you stopped and i broke,

my heart went with me,

and thats all she wrote,

theres nothing left here for me or you

but my beating heart still beats for you.

I have fought this battle to many,

and too long,

my tears turned to ink

and my dreams to a song,

all written down on a slate in my mind,

even though im still wasting my time.

I want it wiped clean,

no scratches, no dents,

but t'is clean no more,

'cause you say we'll be friends.

No, i cant do it, not anymore,

when you talk to me,

im still, and not very sure,

that i can trust you,

with your words and your hate,

but if i decide to,

ill open the flood gates.

youre in for a treat,

you dear young boy,

because this little flower

is about to let go,

of the petals youve torn

with the loves me not game,

i need a love,

not a long lost fame.

 it will never happen,

no hopes raising here,

theres no crying happening,

nor will i shed a tear.

goodbye little rain drop,

goodbye little cloud,

i wont let you be here

just to weigh me down.