wanna know who broke your heart.
wanted to cry for absolutely no reason. hated myself for everything i was and never could be.
but i guess i took for-granted what you said i should be. that it meant everything for you to say you love me. but now my heart is breaking. and theres nothing to do, because everything is changing.
and i thought that was what you wanted. that you wanted me to lie, to tell you that i lied and that everything i told you about what i feel inside was everything but the truth. that i dont feel the same, and that my heart refrains.
and i wish i never asked you for the truth. that i didnt pressure you into telling me your deepest secret. that it wont feel alright when i leave, and there would only be more emptiness than i should leave you with. that youll miss me more, and that youll remember how your heart was tore.
and you broke apart your sentences, keeping words to a minimum. knowing you dont want to say too much, because you dont want to watch it all fall apart in front of you. and spilling your guts feels like hell, unlike what it should. and i remember the way it felt to hear you say i was beautiful. how my heart dropped, because i had to say no and that it was time to pack up and go home.
but it still doesnt change how we feel and it hurts so much, it has to be real. and time puts a strain on what will remain after tonight. i took too long to say anything back. to reply to the most heart wrenching apology ive every heard. "im sorry i love you."
because honesty is a burden. i had to say something knowing it would hurt us. but the truth is i feel the same, but cant tell you the truth because i know what it would do to you. that saying i love you is ironically the worst thing i could ever do. and saying i want to try would foreshadow the cutting of strings. and watching everything break and burn as they fall to pieces.
theres already a hole in every day i saw you, where i watched everything i feel fall in and drown. and the strings repeat, promising everything will be fine, that we can get passed the past, but they all lie, saying its not like the last time while displaying the same signs.
i dont want to lose you. at this point, id rather lose myself than have you regret what we told each other. even in this awkward eery silence across the table, i know i miss you. that i want it all back, that i want you all the way back.
wanted to cry for absolutely no reason. hated myself for everything i was and never could be.
but i guess i took for-granted what you said i should be. that it meant everything for you to say you love me. but now my heart is breaking. and theres nothing to do, because everything is changing.
and i thought that was what you wanted. that you wanted me to lie, to tell you that i lied and that everything i told you about what i feel inside was everything but the truth. that i dont feel the same, and that my heart refrains.
and i wish i never asked you for the truth. that i didnt pressure you into telling me your deepest secret. that it wont feel alright when i leave, and there would only be more emptiness than i should leave you with. that youll miss me more, and that youll remember how your heart was tore.
and you broke apart your sentences, keeping words to a minimum. knowing you dont want to say too much, because you dont want to watch it all fall apart in front of you. and spilling your guts feels like hell, unlike what it should. and i remember the way it felt to hear you say i was beautiful. how my heart dropped, because i had to say no and that it was time to pack up and go home.
but it still doesnt change how we feel and it hurts so much, it has to be real. and time puts a strain on what will remain after tonight. i took too long to say anything back. to reply to the most heart wrenching apology ive every heard. "im sorry i love you."
because honesty is a burden. i had to say something knowing it would hurt us. but the truth is i feel the same, but cant tell you the truth because i know what it would do to you. that saying i love you is ironically the worst thing i could ever do. and saying i want to try would foreshadow the cutting of strings. and watching everything break and burn as they fall to pieces.
theres already a hole in every day i saw you, where i watched everything i feel fall in and drown. and the strings repeat, promising everything will be fine, that we can get passed the past, but they all lie, saying its not like the last time while displaying the same signs.
i dont want to lose you. at this point, id rather lose myself than have you regret what we told each other. even in this awkward eery silence across the table, i know i miss you. that i want it all back, that i want you all the way back.
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