Break-up.
You give me one last look
with an excuse in your face,
Turn and walk away
with that perfect grace.
Leaving me here dying,
ripped and torn.
Leaving me here to wish
I had never ben born.
But I wont show you
any tears on my cheek,
no you won't see me
anything close to weak.
I keep my walls up
around my battle inside
just long enough
until you're out of sight...
