Just so you know that when one door closes, another one opens that is much better.
If you think you got a hold on me, you need to look at your rating letter.
I've tried to say sorry, I tried to be nice.
It really does not matter, that your heart is made of ice.
You have hurt me to the core, left an awful bruise.
All the time claiming, it was just a ruise.
Do you even care, as you throw the dice.
The people you meet, you never see twice.
As you play your game, the jig is almost up.
You have shown everyone, you are no more than a pup.
Hearts can mend, new friends are made.
But your day will come, our paths will trade.
You will be the one crying, deeply in the night.
Thinking how sorry you are, caullous and without sight.
I pray that you feel the pain, but not nearly as bad.
For I still care for you, oh maybe just a tad.
Angel Eyes
