my pen is screaming at me to pick it up
i dont know to say what
there is nothing in my head but all the words that you've said and everything that ive recently done.
it makes me wonder who ive become
ive seen the hurt caused im no fool
the same thing he did to me, i did to you.
now im going back to sit in that chair
try not to cry, pull my hair and scream
just not care about any sense of control
thats what i lost, not me as a whole
but the control
its to late to go back now
to many things have been said
are we still going back to playing pretend?
i dont think thats what this is anymore
its something ill know for sure
if we can get through this then we can get through everything because ive done everything i can to push you away and in some how in your own twisted way
you still love me and stay
now we will see if these friends are right
we all have a piece of love to give at one point in time
its true when we said sould mates, never ever apart
each one of us holds another in our heart
we've all made and repaired to many scars
thats shaped us into the people we are
so with those little broken pieces of love
that we've only ever known
the causation being our homes
somehow between all these broken hearts and broken bones
we found each other and made our home
somehow by force of nature we are bound
all of our broken pieces of love fit together
changing how we it forever.