Was it something I did or something I said?
Was it the gift I gave or the poetry I read?
It's been two weeks and I haven't heard from you.
My heart is ripping and tearing almost in two.
The tears won't stop and my mind won't rest.
I don't have a pulse for my heart is in your chest.
Tell me it isn't real and that it's just a bad dream.
Tell me I've been crazy and things aren't as they seam.
Unlove me if you think you can!
Come on, do it! Be a man!
You are my sweetest sorrow
you always were, two weeks ago, today and even tomorrow.