Cold Shoulder

Chapters turn in our lives.
The book that never ends.
You turn around and leave,
right on que with your friends.

Slightly less lonely
than actually being alone
but nothing really feels right.
I still don't want to be on my own.

Heavier air between us.
I'm so tired of being sad.
I never want to feel like that,
it's never really been that bad.

I'm sorry this is goodbye.
I never want to walk away from you
but the never ending guilt with it,
there's really nothing else to do.

Can you feel when I hurt?
Does your heart beat with mine?
Or does it just bleed out red
turning blue over time?

I can see the hatred staring
out from behind your pretty eyes.
Blow after blow you keep it coming,
such pure anger behind your petty lies.

I can understand your message
like a knife in the back twisted.
You can't hide it even when you try.
There once was a chance but you missed it.

Scattered pieces of a memory,
dissassembled to screen the abuse.
Filtered like bottled water.
Seems a waste to just let it loose.

Better days in a memory
shared inside my lonely heart.
Keep it between us like a secret.
Toss it when I'm ready for a new start.