i had never felt so insecure
by the man who was meant to make me feel secure
after a while my voice, my choices, weren't enough
and with more time passing i was scared he wasn't in love
with my fragile heart, loud laugh, and sad eyes
i was so scared with everything i would realize
was i too deep, too soft, too much of everything?
is that why he prefers anything other than me?
because with time a kiss became equivalent to a fist
and as he changed i couldn't help but wish
if only things never changed
i just want it to be the same
but we never really get what we want most of the time
even though i want back what once was mine
God drew me back into my sadness
and i don't know what i did to deserve this