It's not you, it's me
Bold statements, overused
I think I just want to be loved
That would best explain how easily I fall;
For that smile, that laugh, every little word
Perhaps I just want to be in love
To feel flowers bloom within a dead mind
So useless
Everything just seems so relative when with you
Stars, galaxies, revolving around us
All in plain view, open, exposed
What if it isn't you that makes me love how you act-
Only my narcissism taking a hold?
What if this love is no more real then the last one?
The last words that I said; so fake
I can't tell what we really are anymore