Exiled Love

I see you standing there,

His arms around you, tight enough.

You're laughing, but the joke falls flat A hollow sound, no joy in that.

Here I stand, love in my hands,

Only in my hands. Knowing you could never feel the same.

I guess I am the only one to blame.

I've seen this story play before,

And I don’t like the ending.

You were my home, my guiding shore, Now what am I defending? You were my town, my sacred ground,

yet here I stand exiled, unwound.

I see you glance, your gaze unsure, As if he's just a stand in cure. Like you'd still fight and bleed for me, Though love is now a casualty.

A hundred chances, breaking limbs, A fragile dance on tightening whims. Your eyes cut deep, a silent blow, As if I wasn’t meant to know.

Like I said before I've seen this story play before, And I don’t like the ending. I’m not your burden anymore, So why am I still bending? You were my crown, my gilded throne,

Yet here I stand exiled, alone.

So step right out, there’s nothing left, No tears can mend what’s torn and cleft.

All this time, a fragile thread,

Yet you ignored the words I said. You never heard, you shut me out, You never let me cast my doubt. So many signs, you gave them all, Yet still, I let the curtains fall.

Again

I've seen this story play before,

And I don’t like the ending.

You were my home, my guiding shore, Now what am I defending?

You were my town, my sacred ground, Yet here I stand exiled, unwound.

So step right out, there’s nothing more, I leave in silence out the door.