Anchor

That ship has already sailed he told me,

I wish there was an anchor on that ship.

I miss you so much it's making me sick,

I really need to get a grip.

It's been over a year,

yet every night I still shed tears.

I have been in fear,

that your love for me will never reappear.

You weren't meant for me I suppose,

you decided that a long time ago,

that my heart was easy to dispose,

I guess how much you said you cared about me was just a show.