My soul is just shot.
My heart is committing treason.
Why won't my memory rot?
So I keep telling myself,
I left you for many reasons.
Every single day was like a riddle,
Just to find out your mood.
Well I couldn't cope and I won't fiddle,
With something so silly as rotten food.
You played too many games,
And it seems I lost my rule book,
To every single one.
I asked you to see if my heart was broken,
and you wouldn't even look.
I left you for many reasons.
Why won't my memory rot?
My heart is committing treason.
My mind is just shot.
Because I love you even though,
it was for good reasons. |
Submission Name: Good Reasons
