Sugarcoated

If the heart is a weapon then I'm left defenseless
Broken and severed in two pieces
When you chose to end it so stale and empathetic
I tried to lend my sympathy
It cost me all my sanity
Dumped it on my therapist
I cried alot and felt like shit
My heart it feels hollow
No thoughts only sorrow

The way
You're clinging to your superstition
Hoping, praying, dreaming, wishing
I'd be down to break your fall
And save you from all of your inner demons
We both know the truth; I'm leaving
And I won't pick up when you call
You left me misserable

After more reflection and in your defense
I should've left and took the high road
But is that what you'd call that?
When you're beat down and backstabbed
To the point of a breakdown
I'm still choking
It's a tough pill to swallow, a hard act to follow

Sugarcoat the suffocation
Left me with no explanation