I’m doing it again
Thinking of how it went wrong
Dream of what it could’ve been
Before you said so long

I feel bad for my heart, it’s been through a lot
Beaten, bruised, stabbed, nearly fatally shot
Time heals all wounds but it hasn’t forgot


I feel bad for my heart....we’ve been through a lot.

Realized too late that you’re a plot with a twist
I’m not the narrator, i’m the protagonist

I’ve always used books as my crutch to escape. I see now how careless that was. I thought imagination was imperative to a creative mind but it has taken a dark turn in my adulthood. I will always search and dream for things that are not real. Inconceivable things I’ve read about and cultivated over the years. Things that are found only in between pages. I have neglected reality for temporary pleasure and now pain is what I receive.

I am ruined. Spoiled. A dreamer now.

I thought that you held the match strong enough to hold the spark
But you won't be the one finding my way out of the dark
It's not that I expect a pristine list of all your credentials
But it's a different kind of pain when you don't live up to your potential

And If you were to ask me how I’m feeling
You’re a dime a dozen, I’m one in a million

Lightness fades against the dark
Like lovers flame reduced to spark