Broken Beyond Repair

Love is a fantasy, like the fairytales we use to believe when we were kids

I knew I should of never fell,
I knew I would get hurt in the end,
Why was I so stupid to believe love was real?
Why did I fall so hard when I knew what the outcome would be?
I want to scream,
I want to cry
I want to know what I did to deserve this,
but most of all I want to stop loving you.
But I can't and that's what hurts the most.
Our whole relationshup was a lie,
and you don't even apoligize,
for taking my heart,
ripping it out of my chest,
and leaving me here to bleed.
Is alone all I'll ever be?
Love is a fantasy,
like the fairytales we use to believe when we were kids,
but love,
is just somthing to belive in,
so we don't have to relize the cold truth,
and I won't ever believe it again.