Shes leaving, shes cold n mind and thought
He never thought he'd be frightened of what he forgot
She throws him  a look it isolates him there.
He studies her face with hope then despair.
She isnt wondering what he's thinking
he doesnt really care.
If love was hate, it wouldnt change
coz sometimes its never really there.
The tears in her eyes are the tears he depise
coz they've broken his heart so many times before.
There she goes again slandering his name,
waiting for her lov to explain.
All he has left is the envy and theft of
the very last heartstring he had.
She leans in so close
letting him know
she loves him and really feels blessed.
but he's involved enough and
feels the need to be loved
fro just being him...but its tough..
Now she knows its a game
he feels the same all he
needs now is a girl with a different name.