I envy the wind,
That blows through you,
I envy the air,
That you breathe into,
Because I never be those little things,
That you will always keep close to you.

You said that you’ll stay,
But you never did,
You said that you’ll come,
But I knew it from the start,
The lies that you put,
In these beautiful words,
Too good to be true,
Too fragile to ignore.

And yet I keep on falling,
Falling for those lies,
Because I have already did,
Falling deep into your arms,
Falling over and over again,
Apart into pieces,
And yet here I am,
Still trying to believe…