The Crash of the Century

I don’t cry for you, I cry because of you. You dressed it up in tender words, then killed the truth I knew. Too much fire for you to hold, too much soul for your control. I never asked for a fleeting flame, just a friend who wouldn’t fold. It’s the crash of the century, the hit I’ll never forget. Where there was light and honesty, now there’s a void you left. You called me “love,” and I believed it all. It wasn’t bodies I was chasing, but the soul you let fall. Not knowing how to bear emotions doesn’t give you the right to play with mine. You hide behind excuses and silence, but I’ll sing the truth this time. It’s the crash of the century, the hit I’ll never forget. Where there was light and honesty, now there’s a void you left. I don’t cry for you… I cry because of you. The crash of the century, and I’m still standing through.