Broken

Look there in the distance,
Oh I thought it was you,
Coming back home at last,
To see the daughter you left,
The one who’s heart got broken,
The one that loved you,
The one who cried herself to sleep,
Because she thought you didn’t love her,
The one you made have a broken soul,
And now no longer wishes to see you,
That now breaks your heart,
Because she said she no longer loves you,
On the phone,
When you said you were dying.


midnight writer