I can't know that its done, I can't watch the end, it needs to catch me offguard, something I can't ever mend.

Ill sit here and obsess and I'll miss you when I'm busy, my anxiety is sky high and I'm getting dizzy.

A cycle I'm trapped in, no matter the man, I'll know that it's over but I'll hold a death grip on your hand.

My thoughts are chaos, my love even worse, I thought I was better, now I think my heart is cursed.

This yearning does nothing, it doesn't change our lives, I will always want what I cannot have and I will never be a wife.