Her essence is still as present as lemons' scents in heaven,
A special thought displayed every time that I smell it.
'This woman's joy was worth every hour of your time,
This lover's smile was worth every heard-earned dime'.
But I'd lie if I said that her words weren't still hurting,
Under this mask I wear that says 'just keep learning'.
I'm yearning for a time when she'd smile just like she meant it,
Now she's movin' up, on, and I'm just the leverage.
I plainly explained and showed that I know just why,
She left and took most of the best life I'd find.
By the time I finished, she could no longer have it,
So she walked out, took the best of what I'd imagined.
I suppose that in a way, well I can take some pride,
In knowing we'd that time. And smile knowing that I tried,
But It just doesn't do much for the hate-harsh eyes,
The memory of it sits, festered in my tired, stressed mind.
Nor does It do much for the long drawn time,
The in-turned spite, and the cold lone nights.
But I'm over it as much as that I won't turn back,
I go into the wild, just hope my heart won't turn black.
And they say that a martyr is gonna make this better,
But It gets hard to believe, as I write these letters.
There's a burning sting in my gut that I'm holdin' tight,
Cause it's the only thing that I got, after this cold goodbye.
A special thought displayed every time that I smell it.
'This woman's joy was worth every hour of your time,
This lover's smile was worth every heard-earned dime'.
But I'd lie if I said that her words weren't still hurting,
Under this mask I wear that says 'just keep learning'.
I'm yearning for a time when she'd smile just like she meant it,
Now she's movin' up, on, and I'm just the leverage.
I plainly explained and showed that I know just why,
She left and took most of the best life I'd find.
By the time I finished, she could no longer have it,
So she walked out, took the best of what I'd imagined.
I suppose that in a way, well I can take some pride,
In knowing we'd that time. And smile knowing that I tried,
But It just doesn't do much for the hate-harsh eyes,
The memory of it sits, festered in my tired, stressed mind.
Nor does It do much for the long drawn time,
The in-turned spite, and the cold lone nights.
But I'm over it as much as that I won't turn back,
I go into the wild, just hope my heart won't turn black.
And they say that a martyr is gonna make this better,
But It gets hard to believe, as I write these letters.
There's a burning sting in my gut that I'm holdin' tight,
Cause it's the only thing that I got, after this cold goodbye.
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