where I'm at

One more heartbreak could be my last
weak fragile is my heart at this point
I've tried so hard to put myself out there
To do the best that I can
but it seems like things just never work out
And I'm nothing more than a shell of a man
I thought that things with you would be perfect
but in my life I know better than that
Its a lie to think of things going that good
but I never truly listen to my heart
and you stand there, in your long black hood
the executioner, ready with the axe
for the order has already came and past
everything you will take away
my will to be, my will to live
it doesn't matter what I sarcrifice
It doesn't even matter, what all I give
So at you I only cast a glance
the look of true sympathy
at least I gave it a try
and least when I'm gone
I'll never have to ask why
so while you sit there in your own little world
I'll be well past what it is that you think
I'll be on my way home
to the place that I call home