I said, "don't blame yourself." But I was in over my head. Your excuses were painted on the walls, I fell for them again.

I guess I should have seen it coming. Wanting to pack my bags, and walk out the door.

Different cities would be good; different walls to keep us separated.
Maybe we were better off, only seeing each other once in a while.

That's the worst part- that it came to this. Fragmented stares from across the room. You had this war with you inside; so you gave up the fight. As did I.

Different towns would be good, different roofs for us to call a home.
Maybe we were better off only saying I love you once in a while.

But I fought so hard for this, screamed for you to realize that the heart inside of you is pumping blood. That you were living, that you were real.

Then one night the fury came out. I saw your cold bitter stone
of a thing your supposed to call a heart.

Then I realized.
You were dead a long time ago.