No simple Phrase, or feeling, or cut could replace my memories of you. I'm a loser for still feeling this way. Maybe I'm just as crazy as you're telling everyone I am. Maybe I am crazy for believing in a man who couldn't take a fucking stand.
I digress into discontent, irritated and teary eyed - I try to hide.
My fists held tight at my sides.
To prevent the dirty hands and the filthy one track minds from taking away from my kind.
This love I will cease to find.
It's time for me to realign.
I heard you're in love with another but it's a hard truth to accept
You had my heart but you are not the first to have left.
No simple phrase, or feeling, or cut could make me forget.