Nothing Left to Give

What happened to all the things I thought I knew?
The flowing of my tears is the only emotions I cannot hide.

I have nothing left to say, and nothing left to give.
If you want it, then you can take it, but don’t expect this lonely heart to last.

For oh-so long I thought that this ‘we’ I spoke of would last longer then this.
But after all those hopes and dreams I gave, do you bother to call me your ‘friend’ anymore?

I have nothing left to say, and nothing left to give.
If you want it, then you can take it, but don’t expect this lonely heart to last.

My love has long since been forgotten, drying up faster then you know.
I would think you would come back now, before it was gone; guess not.

I have nothing left to say, and nothing left to give.
If you want it, then you can take it, but don’t expect this lonely heart to last.

Even though you went and left me, like so many times before, I wanted you to call my name one last time.
Never changing, never moving, for fear you would forget me forever, but I’m done waiting here for you.

I have nothing left to say, and nothing left to give.
If you want it, then you can take it, but don’t expect this lonely heart to last.

The mirror hidden in your hear shows what you once were.
I cry knowing that it’s the ‘you’ I loved long ago, never to be seen again.

I have so much left to say, and everything left to give.
It’s too late for you to take it, it no longer belongs to you.
♠ ♠ ♠
Well, it WAS an unrequited love poem, now it's a unrequited-love-that-I'm-LONG-over-now poem. Aka: I got sick of waiting.