When my facades came crashing down,
I've been walking on eggshells,
but lately, they're starting to crack and look more like bombshells,

we keep on living in this back and forth hell,
that keep us bound together like two parasites trying to devour each other,

A note of affection from a betrayed lover,
A picture painted with loved but neglected and tarnished by time and ego,

I miss my old friends and I'm sorry whether I'm ungrateful in my life when they needed me the most,

Just know that these things and flick in a vocal pain,
I can feel deep down at the bottom of my heart,

so I don't have to make that profound sadness dictate my future and strangle me into submission to the point where I refused to make more memories because the old ones are taking up to much space.