You always find me in the quiet moments
when the chaos all but fades,
but you’re never here when I need you,
no, you’re always so far away.
And how can I ever be good enough for you
if all you ever get to see
are all the shattered pieces
that I have to collect when you leave?
I would say that I’m just a little bit broken
but that implies that I can be fixed,
you’ve destroyed me, love and there’s no coming back.
Not from this.