inspired by iki's story

BREAK, BROKE, BROKEN

I laid in bed and tried not to cry
there were no bruises on my body
no you found a more effective place
to wound me, my spirit, you have broken it
time and again with your angry words
with hate filled attitudes and accusations
with your iron control and manipulation
you have all but slaughtered my spirit

It isn't fair
It just isn't right
'Cause if you never change
You've got to say the words tonight
If it's over

I knew someday it would have to end
I knew eventually I would have to go back to calling you friend
It's killing me that now that day has come
If it's for the best then where is this pain from

I'm trying my best to appear strong
but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong

Even though I'm not your girlfriend I'll still be here
With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear
The story of love can be quicker than the blink of an eye
But our story of won't be over until the day that we die
until we meet again

-based on rizky bestari asmoro story-