I only wanted to be loved and to be love by you,
but you called it at the end of June.
I was perfect until it was doomed.
And now you’re singing a different tune.
As my heart is a waiting room.
You shot the bullet I could never see
, and it has blinded me maliciously.
Did you think you could break my heart cautiously?
Do you know the hell you have put me through?
and my heart is a waiting room.
You sowed the seed so I can bloom.
Bloom brightly right in front of you.
So you can see just what you could loose.
A future lost in spite of you.
Was it God, or was it what mother said.
Do you still think of me when you lay your head?
Or of someone new you can discard again?
I don’t know what the future holds,
but I must let go so that I can grow.
Someday I will show, the man you left all alone.
Growing without and despite of you.