You're looking far ahead; I keep looking over my shoulder.
In my head I've left you so many times.
It can't be over?
It's not fair that I'm the only one who's broken.
I guess it was in my head along.
Every second, minute, hour, day; a lie?
And I didn't want to write you poems.
You don't deserve to hear my songs,
But, somehow, you're the only words that roll off my tongue.
How can something so beautiful be so evil?
Emotions run in black ink, black mascara, black clothes.
Jaded.
Anger swells in torn fabrics and unspoken words; eyes will see.
Did I ever mean anything?
Just like my father.
Stealing love you don't deserve.
'Replaceable' you said.
I would have stopped time herself for you.