My Nights consist of restless sleep
Tossing and turning with continuing weep
Our last conversation that we shared
Left me hopeless and impaired
Another tear falls out my eye
How could I believe your every lie
Saying we were happy was a must
The last thing I wanted was to lose your trust
I'm covered in your viscous scars
As if I battled the roman Mars
To say our story ended well
Would be saying we wanted to live in hell
I look at you with a blank stare
Because to me your no longer there
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