stop asking how i'm doing
because every time
i hear your name
i still got that same sting in my chest
like when you decided to leave
   -*and i know you know i will always be better when i had you by my
    side

if they ask you about me,
tell them
"she was the only one
who loved me with honesty
and i broke her"

i guess it's much more easier
for me to let you go
if i was being selfish
i'd tell you the truth
all of them
the night feelings,
the secret poetry,
the late night imagination,
the silence prayers

but i realize how selfish it would be
and the destruction it would make
so let me just continue what i do best
to love you in silence,
in everything i see,
in everything i hear,
in everything i touch,
in everything i feel
   -*secretly

we've always been about
grey zones and blurred lines.
warm sunshine one day,
raging storm the next

don't blame me for believing in your lies
you've always seem so convincing
you could say you're a god
and i would believe you in that instance

but lying is your religion
and your lie is what you preach
with your ego as your holy book
but ******* it, i'd swallow poison if it tasted like you

   -*should've been, could've been, never was, ... someday?

if you ever wonder
if it hurts to have to let you go
just remember that
i had to cut off my fingers
to **** the part of me
that was still holding on to you

I love cool colours and warm feelings.
What he gave me was
the exact opposite; he was cold most of the time
and he took me places under the sunshine
just a little bit too much.
I rarely hold his hands
but at least they’re warm.
What I didn’t know was
his hands are warm from holding
many other girls' hands
just a little bit too tight.

He was always full of uncertainty.
I was never sure what is coming next,
like it could be winning a lottery
or a car crash
and there was no in between
when it comes to him.