How could I believe all the lies she wrote?
How could I avoid all the things she said?
Read it hundreds of times, that cursed note
My heart now cries, its tears a bloodshot red
These eyes do sting with tears I cannot cry
Love is dead and Hate has filled its place
Look to the skies above and ask God, "Why?"
Filling with rage, dreaming of her fair face
I ask if I had rushed and could not wait
She said she was in love but not ready
I tricked myself to thinking it was fate.
And now my mind and thoughts are unsteady
Yet I cannot say she is to blame
I still love her fair face and blessed name