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What do you do when no one cares?
What do you do when everyone stares?
What do you do when people take advantage of your big heart?
Nothing. It all cancels itself out when we fall apart.
This is the place where dreams go to die.
This is the place where there’s privacy to cry.
This is the place where all questions start with “why”.
This is the place where pains intensify.
This is the place where I sigh.
The journey begins walking on a bumpy road all alone.
A flashing message icon was waiting on the phone.
It read, “We’ve grown apart & I’ve met someone. These feelings I can’t disown.”
My heart fell into shattered pieces while letting out a groan.
A shade tree, a pen, & a notepad now becomes the written battle zone.
Tears water the ground accompanied with a broken load moan.
Emotions are now spinning into a vicious cyclone.
Healing will come, but scars remain after what’s been sewn.
Looking back, I should’ve known.
Love, has delivered a heavy gravestone.
What do you do when no one cares?
What do you do when everyone stares?
What do you do when people take advantage of your big heart?
Nothing. It all cancels itself out when we fall apart.
This is the place where dreams go to die.
This is the place where there’s privacy to cry.
This is the place where all questions start with “why”.
This is the place where pains intensify.
This is the place where I sigh.
When you reach the top, it is really only the middle.
Sorrow surrounds with darkened clouds, and I’m the riddle.
Always stuck playing second fiddle.
A hopeless romantic at heart, since I was little.
Admittedly, this is hard to digest.
My heart is off on a horse somewhere in the wild west.
When I saw your message it gave me cardiac arrest.
Bon tonnerre! C'est la vie, mon ami. All the best.
What do you do when no one cares?
What do you do when everyone stares?
What do you do when people take advantage of your big heart?
Nothing. It all cancels itself out when we fall apart.
This is the place where dreams go to die.
This is the place where there’s privacy to cry.
This is the place where all questions start with “why”.
This is the place where pains intensify.
This is the place where I sigh.
You wake up with the sun and all is normal today.
Then suddenly a burden falls upon you, heavier than any scale could weigh.
I don’t understand why I’m always pushed away.
Isn’t a part of love meeting someone halfway?
There was not even a chance for me to have my say.
My love for you will not decay.
Each beat of my heart yearns for you without delay.
Why pass me over like a baton in the 400 meter relay?
Push me off like a stray.
Okay.
Like Burger King, “Have it your way”.
What do you do when no one cares?
What do you do when everyone stares?
What do you do when people take advantage of your big heart?
Nothing. It all cancels itself out when we fall apart.
This is the place where dreams go to die.
This is the place where there’s privacy to cry.
This is the place where all questions start with “why”.
This is the place where pains intensify.
This is the place where I sigh.
This is the place where I write a cold lullaby.
This is the place where I say, “Goodbye!”