and it’s not that’s he’s made me who i am,
but I feel the missing parts I gave away ,
the little crevices he must’ve left ,
taking all my books , emptying every shelf .
He made me who I am , with all the things he’s taken away .
In his absences , in the things that made me stay and fall flat on my face , with all the things he took away ,
he ended up made of what I was but he was too immature to see it all .

How who he had become was thanks to all the times I’d taken that fall ,
how his most loved qualities were the ones I sufffered for  
How ? Can we build someone up and loose all the things that made us secure ?
I gave it all cause by love for him but now I’m left wanting more .


He’s made up of so much of me , those around me see it instantly.
All the things he now thinks as his , were mine inherently .
Giving it up is an easy task , doesn’t take much when you’re hearts on the line
When you wear your heart on your sleeve , giving it up is the easy part