We all say things we know we don't mean
Maybe I should just speak for myself
But I've come to the conclusion that even though we have different blood, we're still put together with the same pieces, just in different arrangements
I realized this when he talked about her to me
The way I talked about him to them
We spoke with words created by pain
Simply wishing that if we spoke them out loud instead of keeping them inside
Maybe they wouldn't feel so cold
But the words were almost as cold as the nights in december
When I'd sit around waiting for your letters
Wishing for a call because his voice would always heal me
This was no way to live,
But it didn't matter,
I was satisfied just seeing him in my dreams
He had no clue that when I looked at him my body went numb
And all I could imagine when I closed my eyes
Were his hands in my hair
And his lips on my neck