Mistaken Identity

I see the dead end approaching yet I fully know I'm not turning.

Wishes to be slamming with a mighty impact to finally hear the beeping.

Nothing in my view seems to be logical. My eyes are clearly deceiving.

My taken heart is mysteriously still pumping, allowing me to be still breathing.

Somehow the brakes were step upon by the sheer power of someone's praying.

Why am I sitting here comtemplating why God isn't done with his pranking?

I shouldn't be blaming nor accusing. It is love that made me a perfect blind working.

Now the dirt cleared and the vision back to normal, I cry at what I'm seeing.

Then while tearing I remembered your cruel line of how you've stopped loving.

This is what you meant by you loved me?

Is there not even an ounce of credit given to any of our memory?

Is this love you had when you're happily out the door after inflicting such a great tragedy?

This is what you meant by you care?

By teaching me the cruel fact that actually love is my enemy?

By showing me the blizzard of summer, leaving me alone to shiver uncontrollably?

This is your so called love?

Love that has me struggling with the simple task of living.

Locking arms with another so quickly, saying that it was a case of mistaken identity.

I'm not moving on, just counting down the remanding time that God has kindly left on

One walking corpse that had love ripped apart and the heart beaten by a brilliant con.

Yet everyone is just talking and focusing on the fact that time had come and gone.

All wondering why this prick is stubbornly playing the role of a withdrawn moron.

Even though my lost pride wants to argue that my uselessness has been foregone. 

The pathetic truth is that I'm stuck in our past and can't let bygones be bygones.

You see stupidity won and I am still tearing, seeing that same wall at the brink of dawn

Sorry to disturbed but God exactly, under my name, what had you cautiously drawn?

Then while tearing I remembered how you had left me with only failures to look upon.

So this is what you meant by you loved me.

With not even a single bit of credit given to any of our memory?

This is the love you had when you said your crocodile tears goodbye to start my tragedy?

This is what you meant by you care?

By teaching me the cruel truth that actually love is my enemy?

By showing me the blizzard of summer, leaving me alone to tremble uncontrollably?

This is your so called love?

Love that has me struggling with the simple task of living.

Locking arms with another so quickly, saying that it was a case of mistaken identity.

They say with time,one will find back their righteous meaning to continue walking.

Then how much time is needed just for the pain to start reaching the point of subsiding.

Cause every minute that goes by I can only find myself reeling while reminiscing.

Why did I smiled and let you go when I clearly know I'll be painfully regretting?

I shouldn't have agreed to the crazy start of my self-imposed avalanche of hurting.

How could you just happily move on although you fully know that I'm suffering?

So this is what you meant by you loved me.

With not even a single  bit of credit given to any of our memory?

This is the love you had when you said your crocodile tears goodbye to start my tragedy?

This is what you meant by you care?

By teaching me the cruel truth that actually lo ve is my enemy?

By showing me the blizzard of summer, leaving me alone to tremble uncontrollably?

This is your so called love?

Love that has me struggling with the simple task of living.

Locking arms with another so quickly, saying that I was a case of mistaken identity.