It's happen once again.I've been broken-hearted and burned.
I never thought it could occur,
the hateful man has returned.
My heart has become an iceberg
but it use to be something.
The pieces of my love
has scattered into nothing.
Dreams are shattered once more.
A soul I start to lack.
I'm laying in a pool of crimsom glass,
the bitter man has come back.
The reflective could've beens
disturb me while I sleep.
The agonizing taunts
shred and cut me deep.
I've teamed up with the bottle
and my pride has dissapeared.
I can't rise from the ashes
but what should I blame.
The murky and hefty shadow
or the torturous and wicked shame?