All the cry, all the apologies
When you said you were sorry,
Did you really mean it?
...
I’m not a writer,
I’m not a poet
I’m not a song writer,
Nor a storyteller.
...
When I am gone, carry on,
You won’t have to worry
I will be in a better place.
...
I kept trying to cry
But the tears won’t drop,
I kept trying to die,
But my life won’t stop.
...
You played me,
You made it seem like it was real,
All this time you were taking advantages of me.
I gave you everything you ask for
...
I'm Jonathan. I love to write.)
All An Act?
All the cry, all the apologies
When you said you were sorry,
Did you really mean it?
All the happiness, all the love,
Are they performance?
Or are they what they seem to be?
All the time we spent together,
Are they time that we have wasted?
Or will they be happy thought down memory lane?
All the kisses, all the lovemaking,
Were they all an act?
Were you just putting on another show?
Or was it true feeling being shown?