We’ve been here over and over again.
It seems so silly to cry these day, you see I already told you my whole life story or atleast I tried to but it seemed like you never even bothered to listen.
So I sit here right where you left me, in the dark with no one by my side.
I ran far from every memory, every thought, every dream of you
Then so easily, cruelly, and horrifyingly slow you picked me up, swept me off my feet, and threw me right back to where it hurt most,
To when everything was left unspoken, left unseen.
Here you go again,
Trying to make me unlove you.
You'd say anything to make me leave but you wouldn't say a thing to make me stay.