Broken Up

you've lost
whirlwind of trust
i know your name
i've seen the debris you've left
why am i left to pick up after your mess?
never again will i fall to this
but that's what i said last time
you storm without care
cause if you cared, i would not be here
you are my maker, but my downfall as well

you've lost
tossed with the trash
and the game you don't play well
next time maybe you'll think
because when i sleep, i do
as hard as i try, your name will always echo through
i'll never complete
i'll never be you

A.J. Dinardo July 30, 2000