It’s waiting for fake love. Wanting to feel alive.
Putting a label on everything. Well If I have to put a label on it.. I’d  called this untitled love. With a one way street.

Why is it I always want have I can’t have.
Then I run away from everything else.
I let my heart get broken over and over again.
Why do I tend to trust my feelings.
I don’t want to be in love.

I could write a million one words about you.
I tell myself no don’t message him. He’s not interested. Then message him anyway.
Just maybe if I vanished they’d notice.

Because sooner or later I’m just going to give up on the matter.
I always do. Because I hurt myself too much.
I wish I could stop dreaming about you and thinking about you 24/7
You’re just too bad for me.

I’m the only person you’ll meet
Who’d tell you the straight up brutal truth.
Maybe my words are too sharp.