How does it feel,
to have my heart?
I hope you enjoy it,
while you're tearing it apart.
How does it feel,
to know the reason why,
to know you're the reason,
for all the tears I cry.
How does it feel,
to know I love you,
when you don't love me back,
like the way you used to.
How does it feel,
to be the inspiration of my pain,
to cause me so much hurt that I believe,
there's nothing else in life to gain.
How does it feel,
to be the reason I want to die,
because now I know when you said I Love You,
you were telling me a lie.
How does it feel,
to have someone new to hold,
to prance her around before me,
acting so careless and cold.
How does it feel,
when you see me weep?
Do you ever feel sorry,
that you made me feel do deep?
So tell me....
How do you like making me love you so much?
Reason for writing:
To love someone else so completely, but not being loved in return.
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