Gold Digger

This is no longer fair,
You’re ignoring me so easily,
And I know that you don’t care,
But it kills me when your name shows up.

My screen prints it before me,
And it looks so sweet and yet so cold.
Leaving you in silence,
to wonder what went wrong.

Maybe that’s what happens,
When things end so mistakenly,
On one side of the wall,
But not on the other.

What bridge am I to burn,
When I’m not the one who lit the match?
What fight this is to know,
When understanding could be a grave?

So many have told,
that where there's good, there is evil.
Some say where there is gold,
there is a gold digger not far behind.

But what's there left to dig for,
besides graves, and darker places?
Cause where theres gold,
there's a deeper hole to be dug.