M pt. 2

What goes up must come down. A bird still lands after it's flown. I believed every word that you said I believed, now it makes no sense in my head. You fed me lies that I praised as truth Then you tore us out like a loose wiggly tooth. I was on top of the world until that day... You still like me is what you would say... I believed that lie, jus like the rest. That's why there's no heart inside of my chest. You took it... Stole it... You ripped it right out, and with those same sweet soft hands Threw it away, high and far, not caring for where it lands. Your warm gentle claws reached right into my core You took out my soul before I could know what it's for. Now I can't open up, there's nothing to show, Just a cold empty hole, with no warm gentle glow.