You say I am crazy
but I am crazy good.
You threw away a good thing,
and as always I care too much.

This was an eperience
but everything expires.
Maybe I'll eventually
walk away with grace.

Maybe you'll inspire
a villian in my books.
I thought I was more
than a visitor in your arms.

I am left with the
sad songs you played,
sitting on the floor
wishing I was one of them.

You had my heart
and left me with heartache,
seeing you again
might end in heartbreak.

This is not a dream
but I wish I could wake up.
That you'd tell me
it was only a nightmare.