They say there's a reason why
The rearview is smaller than the windshield but I
digress, it's a sick twisted thought in my
mind that I cannot push away
and haunts my soul each and every day
Move on, they said.
But what if I don't want to?
What if they're wrong?
What if they just don't know you like I do?
Move on, I said.
All I did was care
Too much, you said
I would never hurt you
But my advances were arrows to you
My heart was a gun and now I'm out of ammunition
I walk these streets
Broken and torn
Reminded by the memories
of us, now distant and forlorn
I pull my hoodie strings as tight as they can go
Hiding as much of myself possible to people I don't know
With a permanently neutral expression on my face
I'd give anything to erase
The memories of what was once something good
That's now slowly strangling me by the strings of my hood...
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
They say there's a reason why
The rearview is smaller than the windshield but I
digress, it's a sick twisted thought in my
mind that I cannot push away
and haunts my soul each and every day
Move on, they said.
But what if I don't want to?
What if they're wrong?
What if they just don't know you like I do?
Move on, I said.
All I did was care
Too much, you said
I would never hurt you
But my advances were arrows to you
My heart was a gun and now I'm out of ammunition
I walk these streets
Broken and torn
Reminded by the memories
of us, now distant and forlorn
I pull my hoodie strings as tight as they can go
Hiding as much of myself possible to people I don't know
With a permanently neutral expression on my face
I'd give anything to erase
The memories of what was once something good
That's now slowly strangling me by the strings of my hood...
For the girl who couldn't grasp the fact that I cared about her...
