I do not own this picture.
I promised myself that I wouldn't
cut your wings.
And I gave my choice to live again,
But the walls have started up.
As time goes on,
I try to think about you less and
less.
Angry because I let myself be hurt
again,
But it’s no one’s fault in the
slightest.
I knew it would never last but if
you asked I’d do it again.
Just to be nobody else’s but yours.
I knew something would go wrong,
When I would find myself crying too
much,
And feeling fooled.
Does it matter to you?
The fact that you know I do love
you.
I didn't want to hurt myself,
But finding you sent me into a
whirl.
Ask yourself:
“Does it matter to you?”
I can’t talk because it hurts.
I can’t talk because I don’t want to
cry anymore.
And I've stopped crying,
And instead I started lying--
By retelling myself that things will
be better without you.
I've lost my other half.
Paralyzed still.
What happens when you find someone
else?
Will you love her the way you
couldn't love me?
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