After all these years,
Why won’t you stay?
You know, you’re way too good
At pushing me away.

You were there for me
During my darkest years,
But alone you lay now
Covered in scars and tears.

And despite my best efforts
To lend a shoulder...
The closer I get,
The more you grow colder.

I no longer understand
What goes on in your mind.
What would you say if
I told you I cry?

You know, you're way too good
At pushing me away.
I feel kind of alone,
And kind of betrayed.

We're hiding behind face,
Behind smiles and laughter.
There was a happy before,
But now there’s a horrible after.

What do you
Expect me to say,
When you're way too good
At pushing me away?

I constantly tell myself everyday before going to bed that I'll move on and that I'll stop thinking about you, but never has there been a day that I didn't shed tears. In everything that includes pictures, music, movies, books, my mind is compelled to reminisce about you.

The day I promised to love you solely and forever, the day you said you want forever with me, but that never really happened. You only left me shattered and heartbroken. My demons haunt me every night, my scars deepen and ache.

In this baffled state, sequestered and isolated, I keep my hopes alive that one day you will want me and accept that I am the one for you!

Speaking of sorrow,
Speaking of pain,
My heart aches constantly for you my dear,

I have experienced deceit,
People shatter me repeatedly,
A broken trust and a lonesome soul,

My unendurable scars,
My shallowness-
Sinks me in my own depth,

Speaking of sorrow,
Speaking of pain,
My heart aches constantly for you my dear.

He doesn't understand how much she struggles,
He doesn't see the love she holds for him,
He doesn't know how much she's breaking from the inside,
He doesn't feel the ache of her scars-
Or see her lurking in the dark,

She only see's her struggles
She loves him more than anything in this world,
She feels hopeless like she's dead from the inside,
But what she doesn't know is, there's a light igniting at the end of the tunnel,
A guide against her fears.

quite lost and terrible at directions,
unsure of how this works and who should say sorry first.
but do you miss out on something great because you are still looking back?
can you give  me  a hint on how this works because i know you well enough to tell your mad, but you wont answer my call.
how much space is enough and are you right or are we both wrong.
it's like someone put a blindfold over my eyes  and said "figure out this love thing, kid"
quite lost and terrible at directions,
missing you and feeling terribly sorry.

but the amount of people out there
that once put their whole being
on their sleeve for
someone
and in the turn of a second
they become a stranger
a stranger yet
not at all
because they now have knowledge of
your soul
of your heart
of your body
what a beautifully awful thing
to know that you are being carried
in someones repertoire
of beings.

E.M.