Heartache

What a girl. What a girl she was, What a wonderful girl she was. She was as warm as spring. I pushed every button on her elevator just for us to go down and not up. Oh, how I miss hearing her voice, its melody, how it sings. I took the time to ensure her happiness. But I guess love was never really her thing. When I look back at her I see still see the same girl I laughed with. I scroll back at our old messages to harvest that old feeling of love and wonder. Some days, i lose sleep and ponder; how can I get over those pretty brown eyes? How can I get over those luscious lips and fat thighs? You kept me awake every night, and we'd laugh until you'd cry, we kept our secrets under my bed. I'd lay on your lap as you caressed my head. I guess it was my fault, how I couldn't get enough of you. Be careful of who you screw. He might do the same of which I did to you. Even though we bruised each others hearts, you'd play with me like I was a game of cards or even darts. And I could never compare to that pain. That heartache. the one where it makes your stomach turn, it makes your eyes blurry, 'makes your heart burn.