Sitting on my couch, motionless, just thinking about what happened.

Feeling the pain, the tears streaming down the inside of my face.

Nasuea replaced love, my phone preoccupied my eyes, silent footsteps filled my ears. All I could smell was her - her scent constantly reminded me of her absence.

Why would she leave me?
Was there nothing there?
Perhaps this was nothing more than a mare.
Wake up, darn you, what if she's there?
What if she didn't care?
Is this that snare - the one they tell you that's there
Capturing the ignorant, and crushing their bliss
Was there something here that I missed?
Thinking about her kiss…

The psychotic product of my pain and the blame
Swirling in my head, nothing for it to tame
Call it insane, crazy - just maybe
But rocking back and forth, thinking about maybes
Driving me insane, this wasn't worth this enemy
The mirror can be a real so-and-so, with it's honesty
Looking at myself, broken hearted, in agony.
Wondering why Ginger would do this to me.
Truth pouring out of the wound, like it's acid
It was painful to me - trying to ease it
But I Couldn't find the antibiotic to stop it
Sitting there, feeling very lonely and unable to stop it.

Hopefully, she'd wander back to me… love was the egg, cooking in a pan.