I... I just want to wait it all out Maybe if I cry enough tears I can drown But I... I don't want to make any more holes And I don't want to feel any weaker So why, why can't we pretend That this never happened
Next time, maybe, I'll withstand your storm And next time, I will try to be prepared Next time I won't get that close I'll know what's hot enough to burn me I find it hard to care That you "didn't mean to" Next time, I won't be so naive And I'll be more than ready
So I... I will find a way out And I will not sacrifice myself for you I... I am growing old And tired of litanies of lies You will not meet my eyes As you apologize But I don't need you to
Super old one. I found it in my old math notebook, of all places. No idea what inspired it.