Memoirs of my boulevard

I used to think that love was a partnership A 50-50 alley way Until i was drained and my eyes opened I was naive to think that I could be loved My cup ran dry I hoped you would fill me up Only to realise that you also wanted to break my cup I had nothing to give anymore And even still you chose everything else And even still you chose everyone else It was hard being left out in the cold I feel blinded, I can’t find my way

It’s like something wants to come up, Like a volcano that’s ready to erupt, Everything that’s been sunk and saturated full, It’s getting ready to finally burst my soul, I didn’t want to shut it all up, My brain was a sponge at every turn, I tried so hard to pull it out with my strength, But I underestimated the length of my pain, I feel myself circling the truth narrowing in on the target spitting and spewing excuses like darts ruining a blameless wall until…..bullseye! I've never been good enough…