Broken hearts never fully repair when the love that ended still lingers somewhere. If melody is my destiny then what's left of me I'll give to you. Songs of love they deal in absolutes. Nobody in the world can make me feel like you do. The truth is love is not black or white & is never unconditional. No I'm not allowed to have anything to do with you, you made that clear. Everything that you said was a lie & we'll die without saying one final goodbye. You treat me like a stranger, an adverse danger, your arch nemesis, the man who tried to change you. But I'm just your friend once again & I'll always be there waiting until the end. I know what I've done, inside I know what I've become. From concerned mouths it echoes like a mirror reflects the sun. It blinds me yet it binds me to the warming glow of hope. And maybe this is as good as I get at mastering self cope. Just call it bad timing to have an episode of mental illness. I don't know what I should call this? Please forgive me. I was born to try to defeat this, whatever it is.