"Oh how the tables have turned," I say to myself,
my mind can't escape the thought of you with somebody else.
So I've clung on for dear life,
hoping and praying you will not once again
stab me with your knife.
Who am I kidding,
you wouldn't think twice.
But even if you did it,
I'd lick the blood clean
and take the next slice.
Why is my heart on fire for you the most
when you treat me like one you've never held close?
I've said I was done more than a thousand times
but somehow I've still held on, way past our prime.
My heart whispered you're not the one,
but I didn't let you know,
perhaps afraid that you'd really let me go.
I've questioned myself, a million times or two
about if this could all really be true.
Could it be you?
Could I be wrong?
Or is this just a way in which I prolong?
There was a time when I could see us walking down the aisle,
my eyes swell with tears, your mouth a sweet smile.
I never knew how to let you down easy,
but I knew I couldn't let you go.
Who I am without you,
I really don't know.
But our souls dance together, so beautifully entwined
until the next fire breaks down the vine.
Just when I thought we built something back,
your soft spot for me slips through the crack.
I can't blame you,
I've been there before too.
Maybe this is what you're really meant to do.
They say the truth is hard to swallow,
a pain in which only I must wallow.
Maybe we'll meet again someday soon.
Or maybe we won't,
and that's okay too.