a heart that’s been torn
is hard to mend
a mind that’s unwavering
is hard to bend
and a soul with no hope
is hard to defend

there is no end
to the struggle
of a young girl
with a broken heart
and the innocence
of her spirit
believing everyone who comes
and goes

and i tell myself everything happens for a reason
it’s the only way i keep from going insane
i am cautious;
i have no trust
like the ocean
has no floor

or does it?
you see
it is not easy
to play
with those who's stitches
are fresh;
they are wary
but it is true when they say
you never happen
to bump into your wound
until you know it's there

and yet
i still let your smile make my heart skip a beat
i still let your words make cheeks feel the heat
and i still dream about your lips and how incredibly sweet
they would be
because
again
this is all in my dreams

the girl of my dreams
you came to me
in a vision
and
silly me
i still believe
we were meant to be

but of course
what fun ever came
from a love born of ease
what need ever shown
from a lack of some tease
what care can you show
for the scars such as these
you make my life difficult
yet
i still believe

there are a lot of strings attached
and i don’t want to be the one to cut them loose
instead
i stop myself from tying the noose
but let me not jump the gun
i still believe

after 4 in the morning
i told you **** gets weird
its better if you leave me here
i don’t want to be the cause of your regret my dear
instead you reply with
no baby
this is when **** gets real
how dare you
why did you just steal
the only hope i had of being clear
don’t you know i’m hard to heal
you just set me back a year
yet
i still believe
you are the one for me
don’t lie
i know that you see
comfort isn’t all it’s cracked out to be

and thats when
**** goes downhill
when i touch you
but we’re not playing around anymore
i get close
but we’re not laughing anymore
i put my hands around your neck
but you don’t pretend to choke
you moan
and i have to ****
the shiver that goes down my spine
the urge to take you all for mine

that’s when
**** gets blurry
and i can’t think of what i’m seeing
i can’t see what i’m thinking
i can’t control my hands
they are no longer mine
so i speak
you need to go
for your sake
and mine.
good bye.
yet
i still believe