This shit goes out to someone
who uesd to be special
you know who you are
because this will jump off the page and fill that hole in your mind...
I guess it was one of those catch 22 situations...
Feel this:


Who would have known that with a few words spoken over the phone,
I'd take a life in exchange for a soul that I used to own//
And with the press of one key, I'm suddenly empty,
And I sullenly envy those that have somebody at home//
Was I just blinded by infatuation for some other broad,
Or did my heart's procrastination make my mind believe a fraud//
But now whatever the case is, I just can't replace this
I took away my love and now my feelings are faceless//
So now your soul is free again although it's been hurt,
But where's it going to go if you'd feel better under the dirt//
But what's a man to do, deep down inside I know that I'm killing you,
And I'm killing myself, so what's the judge going to sentence me to//
Whatever he gives me for this crime just has to be betta,
That what we had that made me go mad and get on this vendetta//
For real, I'm tired of repeatin, and you've heard every version,
But damn I wish I could have taken care of this shit in person//
So now I'm sittin here tryin not to tear, cell phone in my hand,
There's nothing I can do and now we're through, She's Gone Now... Damn.//