Feb 2016
hearing your songs about her
rips at parts of my brain
I am suppose to be okay
I know that you don't see me
the way you see her
but I'll keep thinking maybe your heart will change
and like patterns I trace down my thighs
with open eyes I see where you lie
and I will never get why
I never tried to find a way to be
with you
the way you want to be
with her
rips at parts of my brain
I am suppose to be okay
I know that you don't see me
the way you see her
but I'll keep thinking maybe your heart will change
and like patterns I trace down my thighs
with open eyes I see where you lie
and I will never get why
I never tried to find a way to be
with you
the way you want to be
with her
feeling things are completely out of your control and while he is writing about her I am writing about him and I know how he hurts because the words are wounds that bend and break the parts of my thoughts that I thought would stay to keep me sane
