"I need some space."
Space
How much space do you need Justin?
If you need space so much go space open the girls leg you played me with
Made every week day a bad day
Made every holiday a session for me to cry my eyes out
A year
Took me a year to get over this relationship
Now when I see you all I want to do is spit in your face
You got so tired of me you just stopped talking to me
Acknowledging my existence
each day I wanted to ask can we talk and you knew I was shy
But you didn't care
I usually try to tell myself boys don't care about me they just care about the features of my face and the urge to kiss my round lips make them tingle inside places I never dare to even touch
They like you for the treasure inside your pants not the treasure inside your heart
Now when boys talk to me, flirt with me
I don't know what to do because I'm too busy thinking about you and telling myself everyone isn't like you
When everyone isn't like you
"I need some space."
You said
"Okay."
I said

It's a sad thing
Really is
How do you separate yourself from somebody that makes you feel…
so bad about yourself than you already do?
Do you give up?
Or try to put the ******* broken pieces together?
Then again the pieces are so broken
they're more like crystals
This is probably separating me from my "happiness"
Separating me from myself and the things I love
The things I LOVE to do
I used to be happier
I used to be happy

You

Most days I have to remind myself that every voice I hear isn't you
Every breath I take isn't with you around
And every word that glides off my tongue isn't me saying "I love you" to you
When most days I can't bring myself to say, "I'm over it."
Cause I'm not
I love you like the sun and moon taking turns at night
And the way the birds say good morning

Having to remind myself that every step I take isn't towards you and every decision I make isn't with you around
When I have to realize that every metaphor I make
Isn't going to save the heartache and isn't going to stop the tears from sliding down my cheek
because you are gone
And I am here
And the path way to my happiness just became more clear

"I have an almost irresistible impulse to cut."
Why won't I just do it?
I'm like a drug dealer
I keep pushing it to you
But you won't take it
The bad thing is
I'm my own drug dealer
And I'm trying not to give in

I'm like a drug dealer
The substance I'm giving you
might **** you
However much you use of it
The more you cut or the harder
One day you'll hit a vein
One day

I'm like a drug dealer
You keep calling for the hook up
Hoping they'll hook you up
Like when you cut but the thing is
You're your own drug dealer
dealer
"hook up"
The razors the drug
Waiting for you to call back
It's just a little pick you up
When you've been put down
Temporary I may say