As I look out my window
Wishing you would die,
Wishing you felt the same
As I try not to cry.

Our love was tangled
Which tore us apart,
Breaking my heart
Meant nothing from the start.

That is why I wish you would die
A certain painful death,
Maybe my heart could heal
As I stop and take a deep breath.

The pain in your heart
Is all torn and broken,
My heart is but it can be fixed
By someone that loves me not for a token.

Leah Schleyer

August 15, 2002

copyright: 2002