It cuts me,
it cuts me like a knife,
it cuts me like a knife that memory,
that memory of you leaving me,
yes, it bites at me so viciously,
and it derides me,
and it asks of me why I could not have held on to you,
why I could not have held on to you,
but you were not destined to be in my life for long,
you were not destined to love me for long,
and the words that you spoke did not explain much at all,
and all I was left with was nothing,
nothing except the loneliness in my soul,
and how it cuts me,
how it cuts me like a knife,
it cuts me like a knife that memory,
and I try to be me,
but without knowing why,
and I cannot be truly me,
because you were the best part of me,
and I feel so numb,
so numb and empty that I cannot be me,
no, I cannot truly be me,
and I am left floating in a sea of pain, a sea of pain,
with inside me,
a tornado,
a whirlwind, a hurricane,
a craziness of discombobularity raging through my brain,
and a craziness in my heart,
in the form of an earthquake shakes me repeatedly,
and oh, how it hurts,
and oh, how much pain,
how much pain,
and I wish I knew why you left,
but every time I tried to call you,
you put down the phone and did not take my call,
and I do not have a conclusion as to why you left me,
why you left me at all,
because you would not give me the time of day,
and all I could do was cry,
and shout in frustration and rage,
and angrily scream in pain,
and all I could do was keep thinking that it should not be,
and that you should never have left me,
but you obviously did not feel the same way,
because if you did,
then this would not be the reality that I face every day,
and oh,
how my thoughts intensify in my mind,
the longer I linger upon them,
and oh, how their ferocity berates me,
and how they frustrate me,
and oh, how they assault me mentally,
and how they mentally abuse me,
and taunt me, repeatedly,
and the thought of you leaving me it cuts me,
it cuts me like a knife,
it cuts me like a knife that memory,
that memory of you leaving me,
and ever since I have never been the same,
I have never been the same,
and all I can do is complain,
complain,
and suffer because of lost love,
lost love that wracks my brain with pain, with pain,
oh, so much pain,
so much pain,
pain that I have no way to explain,
pain that unfortunately,
continues in a seemingly never-ending refrain.
