I sense loneliness creeping in my bones
Its beyond uneasy, you know
I do miss you
Though, I'd never admit that to myself
Even if I'm going through hell,
Cause I like to pretend.
That I'm perfectly fine without you.
That my sky is still a pretty blue
I put up this pretence,
without any help.
The one thing I'm excellent at,
Is lying to myself

You are the knife I twist inside me;
It's not easy to love, now I see.

After twisting a dagger at my back
For so long with no sound,
You made an unutterable attack
Did you think I'd never find out?
The secrets that left your mouth
For someone else to listen
And now as you try to enlighten,
I'm focussed on what I pen
Because I still love,
I still care,
And I could write it all here
Without you knowing
because you don't deserve to anymore.
How, I'm still so shaken
Yet I cant ask you anything
Because I'm still a craven
But if I could form a question
Perhaps the last time
I'd walk down the memories we nurtured
The most beautifully twisted curves
And ask just this that;
Cara, how did you get the nerves?