At the End of the Road

Wrote when I was 16, about first love.

With eyes closed and your face in the midst
I may still see the love you have for me
With all the lies you've told, trust is an issue
I hate to say I love you
The hurt and pain my heart bears
You've caused it all again
You said you'd be there
I trusted you completely
Blinded by what I believe is love
Is nothing more but a fantasy
I need no more of this
I wish to be free
Banishing you afar from this heart
These tears are not for you today
Saying your goodbyes as you walk away
Forgetting to say your apologies
Reminding you with a smack in your face
Never more will this pain remain.