I thought I already said that I don’t want you anymore. In fact I’m sure, that I don’t want you anymore. I hate seeing your face I hate seeing myself fall apart at the sight of your smile I loathe the moments when I want to rush into your arms without care, But I do care No, I don’t! Not anymore, because I don’t want you anymore. I hate watching you walk, so I can walk in sync I hate watching you talk When I know those words will never mean what I want them to mean I’m sick, I’m tired and I don’t want you anymore. But you never wanted me, So I guess it’s okay For me to cry to the trees and cry to the leaves to speak of the grief that moves me today I guess it’s okay To rip off the limbs To tear out the stems Scream from the roots Of who I truly am But who am I? I have to say, I don’t quite know. But neither do you, so i guess it’s alright to breathe in the sorrow, all the bitter sorrow, all of what I feel, that I dread feeling tomorrow I guess you’ll be okay if I drown in my soul Searching for dirt, Something real, something whole Crawling from YOU, for YOU make me dull I guess it’s alright to feel, and say what I feel, Because from only words, and worded truth I’ll heal But then this is a lie Because I always wanted you. You just never wanted me
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I thought I already said that I don’t want you anymore. In fact I’m sure, that I don’t want you...
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