You know what you'll see when you tear me up and look inside?
You'll see nothing but blood and gore, nothing worth a second glance, nothing worth mourning over.
I have no idea why you didn't pick her instead of me in the beginning,
you should have.
What's the use of living in the past, you ask me.
Aren't we supposed to learn from past mistakes,
I'm learning now;
although you mean the world to me,
it's painfully obvious I don't mean what I once did,
so it's over.
I've never been glib, I've never tried to nurse a pain of this extent before, but I don't want to fight. But because I treasure you so, it's over. No rerun, no backturn.
thnks fr th mmrs