It's Friday, saw you driving round town, tried to see you clearer but my breath fogged up the glass. Girl your beautiful. Took you for a ride, the night starts here, every second a highlight. Thought you'd always be mine. I was mistaken. . . Tried to make it work but maybe goodbye's the only way, I don't understand. . .
Everything's meant to be broken.
As you lie awake in bed, remembering what she said, "you don't know me, forget you!" Thought we found love in a hopeless place. Maybe it was just an illusion, made to get me by. I feel so tired but just can't sleep. Relax. . . I've become comfortably numb. I turn off that song we danced to, and try to forget. I'm on the edge, and maybe six feet ain't so far down.
I love this. Everything's meant to be broken. It has a lot of emotion in it. i like this poem a lot. :)
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