You torment me to the core, wise men say love is the true spoil of war.
Everyday with you a battle, each day I grow a little sadder.
Falling into black, slowly learning there is no turning back.
Your words are swords, cutting me as I thank you for my scars.
You only want to tear me down, pick fights with what little I have left.
I hold on to the lies.
Your smile, your laugh, and your touch.
I embrace this fate as if i were the one to cause it.
If hope and humanity are key, then what's that mean for me?
I've lost all my meaning, like an old crumpled up love note of past.
Some things never meant to last.
Good memories turning to bad, I only remember seeing you walk away.
But all that's over, only your voice haunts me now.