Will I always be like this? Will I always be stuck mourning moments And memories, that lie like Mirrors? And hurt like mornings when facing the world is worse than the words you've sewn into my sides. Worse than leaving me like nothing, After staying the night? Will You always taste like a sour candy that I can't quite swallow? you'd have to **** certain parts of me to stop trying.  Will I always find you on specific days, When the sun is shining or setting on the sand? spring showers surely bring me back to loving you, or you loving me, and spring comes with new beginnings, But all beginnings end, and cutting ties hasnt changed that my heart can not make amends with being whole. Will my sadness always peel itself back, paving perfect paths to missing the parts of you that didn't hurt me? Picking me apart and Separating me, as if you are a god and I am the sea? Will I always be stuck knowing which one it is when you Look at me with love or lust but never letting you go enough to erase every feeling of ecstasy you ever gave me?
Will I ever move on from the reconstructed memories that are always under construction, So I never have to admit how agonizing it is to have a part of me waiting for a wrongly remembered, worthless, withering excuse of a human being, who has no guilt, no shame, no eyes that can ever really see me, Can ever really see, my heart. You were my favorite melody, melting me so mercilessly, molding me so delicately, dancing with me until the drums switched beats, until the beat of my heart wasn't strong enough to hold myself together, until you got tired of the way the tune sounded, until you tore me up and tacked your name to my throat, So now anytime I try to sing, Im stuck screaming the sounds that you never intended to sing along with me.