How can you think. that there is still a chance That you will be apart of my life after all you did to me. Sweeping my off my feet Saying "I love you" and "We will always be together." For one reason and one reason only! To play with me heart Bending and twisting it until it brakes. Then you realize you have broken my heart and its shattered on the floor. You didn't know what to do so you got up and walked away. Not trying to put it back together Until it was to late. By then you had lost some of the pieces. Why do you think that there is still a chance, that you can be apart of my life? After what you did to me.