A tortured poet from Taylor's department

my boy only breaks his fav toys

You showed me colors i can't see with anyone else
and now i only see greys;
i ruined my soul for you
but you turned your eyes away
when i needed you the most;
You found yourself a better match,
but they don't know the secret language we used to talk.

"The poets were right; you are half my soul"
but now i wander this world alone.
You are half my soul, but now i face the darkness on my own
because i wasn't yours.
You can't spell "lonesome" without me,
because you didn't love me enough;
but that's okay though,
i know it's hard to be out with me.