I'm pulling on myself, it's dangerous,
How long left till we become strangers
I sit in my room with an inkling of hope
That it'll be as simple as 'hit the road-
Because there isn't us anymore'
But simple is overrated because
I have my backs against the door
Yet still grabbing at what we had before
But I should have known before the fall
So I'm begging myself to walk through
'Find someone else you can talk to'
I urge myself, hiding from any sign of help
Maybe this time it'll be a little lot easier
'Just stop everything, stop pleasing her-
Because no matter how much you beg
There's no love between the two of you left'.

So I guess it comes down to a natural reaction
I'll fall flat on my back repeating "it's over"
Convincing myself for some kind of closure.

I'll give another chance to be purely honest
I'm sorry I couldn't stay true to my promise.


To the girl I once loved.
-Goodbye.

From a guy with demons in his head
Trying all his best to just forget.
From a guy struggling to move on
I'll treasure the grounds you walked along.