• I made myself sick with sadness;
    I made my pillow wet with tears;
    The paper scattered around me,
    Memories from over the years.

    I was ready to burn them;
    I had the match in my hand.
    But I just couldn't do it;
    Why, I dont understand.

    These were:
    The lies you had told me,
    The secrets that we shared,
    The love we confessed,
    But you were never really there.

    So why should I want to keep
    Something so impure,
    Something that makes me cry,
    Something that haunts me in my sleep.
    Something that reminds me of you.

    So I gathered up the paper,
    And I swallowed the pain.
    I hid them in drawer,
    To save for a rainy day.

    So as I lay down my head,
    I'll try to get some sleep,
    And mend this broken heart
    To no longer weep.