If my walls can talk it would be disgusted of the secrets I keep, my pillow already drowned by my tears, and my heart exhausted for taking countless of beating.
Behind the scenes, when the doors are closed and when you're alone with your thoughts.
If I don't cry, maybe I won't feel it. If I hold back the tears, maybe the pain will go away. If I hold my face into my knees... Maybe I'll forget about you and me.
Maybe if my skin rips apart I'll forget that your lips are works of art. If the water turns red and I slip beneath... Maybe I'll forget about you in my sheets.
Maybe if I burn the photos.. Erase every memory of you there is.. I'll stop hearing your voice inside my head.
Maybe if I think it was a dream all along.. I'll stop singing your name in every song.
Maybe if I screamed out loud... "I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" It would be true.
Maybe one day... I'll forget I was ever in love with you.