I just want to get some air.
I just want to be in a different atmosphere.
I just want to clear my head and be less vulnerable than be critical.
I just want to let loose.
I want to be the one that you choose.
I want to be the girl that you don’t want to close the door to.
But you’re never going to change and that’s fine.
But that only tells me you’re too immature and blind.
You just wanted to flirt.
You never wanted me.
You just want to be the center of attention.
And then you say sorry?
Sorry for what?
You didn’t say a word.
All it was was silence.
Black coal.
Filling my soul.
What’s the point in being vulnerable.
What’s the point in sharing feelings.
What’s the point of even sharing my life stories with you if your just going to mistreat it?
I get it, you’re selfish.
You don’t have to explain it.
But tell me this one thing.
Why were you interested in me in the first place?
My heart has been broken so many times, I can’t keep count.
And you’re telling me to be vulnerable, but what’s the point in that?
I’ve been shed lies over and over again.
I’ve been myself, what else do you want from me?
I just want to be free.
I just want to be alone.
I just want to find my own that I could call home.