If your heart was never mine, then why did you let me claim it?

My love for you burned so brightly, I’m still trying to contain it.

You said you love me. Was it ever real? Or did you fake it?

Did you intend, from the very start, to take my heart and break it?

I used to hope your heart was just sleeping, and that I could awake it,

But then your actions spoke the truth, Now I can’t mistake it.

Yet still, without you, I’m fucking empty. Some days I can’t take it.

I wish I could just be like you, And fake it till I make it.

But it’s too late now, What’s done is done, And time cannot erase it.

Reality may be a fucking bitch, but I have no choice but to face it.