Time slows to a stand-still as I drop my head to let the tears flow freely,
But the tears don't come...
I try my hardest to feel sad, but I cant.
Soon the pain of false affection subsides,
And soon the wounds of the pangs of false sadness heal to scars that where never there.
The connection I once thought I had had vanished long ago,
But still I thought I would be sad.
For a time my happiness seemed... strained...
But then I realized... I never loved her,
And I say "'twas only a childish fling",
But now, feelings that had been quelled by the unholy bitch begin to surface.
I have to ask myself, "Is this true love or yet another childish crush...?"
Will she be another object of my empty affection?