If I'm untitled you're a lie.

Ignored. Beat up. Left for dead.
Is this my fate? Is this the end?
Kissed goodbye with jet black tears.
Was this the premonition of my fears?

Was this the end of the yellow brick road?
The part where the kissed frog stays a toad?
The part where the pea cannot be felt?
Where you can't get a blackjack with the cards you were dealt?

Why does these sentences run on and on?
Even after the words are gone?
The thoughts are still spinning in my head.
Ignored. Beat up. And left for dead.

Is this the last kiss & the very last start?
Are these the fragments of my broken heart?
Lying on the street, unconcious & cold.
Isn't this cliché getting old?

Paper hearts & chocolate kisses.
The pleading, the begging, and the last wishes.
Say a prayer and kiss me goodbye.
You killed me before you could see me cry.