You made my heart skip a beat.
You made me feel light on my feet.
Was it all a game to you?
The way you made me feel is true.
You told me I was like your favorite song, the one you can listen to over and over again.
But, of course, like your favorite song, you got bored and tired of me.
So you tossed me away like all the others.
You told your sisters and brothers.
They didn't care and weren't even surprised.
After all, I was just another that went by, in the blink of an eye.

He has the knife to his neck.
He drags the blade across.
He doesn't feel pain.
Or that's his claim.
He feels the red liquid roll down. It pours all over the floor.
He makes another slice.
He can't take it anymore.
He hears the angel dying.
He feels the demon rising.
He slowly melts to the floor.
Not wanting life anymore.
He closes his eyes and sighs a heavy breath.
And has a calm, quiet death.

My friend told me he found the one.
She is everything he wants in a girl.
He said she was his soulmate and they gave each other a ring as a deal.
I shook my head with a sigh. Sorry buddy, I remember that feel.
But then I remembered, true love isn't real.