Expected By: Michael Dykhoff 6/7/02 I guess this too shall someday pass. But the heartache will live and last. And now your pictures, love letters, and more, Have become broken glass and paper scattered on the bedroom floor. But I guess it was expected. Because no one really tries to love anymore. All the feelings come through and walk out the door. But I guess it was expected, that I expected more. We had seen so many things. Broken hearts and promise rings. A lot had happened when we said �goodbye� For the first time the wings love grew, wouldn�t fly. Memories of staying up talking late at night, Slowly faded out of sight. Now we�re just a statistic in the valley of broken hearts. It�s all downhill from now, you can�t stop once it starts. But I guess it was expected. Because no one really tries to love anymore. All the feelings come through and walk out the door. But I guess it was expected, that I expected more. Our friends seem just as sad as we are. They�re all afraid heart break is not to far. I don�t know about you, but it seems to follow me around. It watches, it waits; it brings me up, and throws me down. I can try to breathe but air just isn�t enough. I�m injured bad this time, the pain is too tough. But I guess it was expected. Yeah I guess it was expected. Because no one really tries to love anymore. All the feelings come through and walk out the door. But I guess it was expected, that I expected more. Now I wake up in the morning and look into the mirror. I don�t recognize my own face, am I even here? My broken heart feels so infected, but I guess it was expected.
