i think the real problem is
i was too honest with you
i thought you’d think of me
when you really only think of you
i see now i was an open book
and you read every word
but never ever showed your cover
hid behind smiles for miles
so i never even remembered to bother
to see who you really were

but some memories you can’t forget
the ones that hit your heart and hurt your head
time couldn’t even erase the hurt you’ve caused me
it scratched into my mind the worst feeling
constant digging little lines bleeding
you’ve said so many heartbreaking things
i couldn’t even begin to understand half of these
was i really that bad, are you really just that good
or is it the other way around and its all misunderstood
i’ll never understand the things you’ve done
why you wanted to destroy something so good
i feel basically empty when i think about it now
time has hardened what was left of my soul
i’m probably better off now
who knew something so silent could be seen so loud
so clear mine as well be crystal
but your the one i miss still