Why say goodbye when my purpose was nothing abound? Just a reminder that someone held you as valuable sound? It was all my choice, and curiosity is such a painful flirt. It’s easier to forget what you’ve lost than remember what you’ve found. I know my heart like a fugitive reveals the shadow of a bloodhound. So don’t act like I never listened while I have only been around. I’m just a puzzle piece of a photo that only made you hurt. Drop the framed history on the hardest part of the ground.
To give the key to someone Who wouldn’t hold the door If you wanted your closure You could have said so much more I know my worth That’s why it hurt I am not a golden coat and broken core