I Search For You In The Morning

I can’t imagine a heart that doesn’t have you painted all over it,
and a mind that doesn’t shout your name.
I bleed with false hope and wishful thinking,
as I come after you all over again.

This Is The Last Time I Will Write About You

You’ve run away, which is what you do best. You’ve carelessly moved on. And you’re too busy loving the next person who will leave you feeling empty and unsatisfied in the end.