Dirty

Don't think I can't hear you.
Whispering the tales of pain and sorrow,
To anyone willing to give an ear to borrow.
You've cut deeply and cut me clean,
Its cut me deep and left me to bleed.
I just wonder on how we all used to be,
So happy, so innocent, so pristine.
Now my soul seems empty and dirty,
Ever since you left me at three thirty.
Every now and then may come a thrill,
But with it comes your crippling chill.