I constantly find myself
running away from how
I feel because maybe I don't
want to admit you're the
reason why I'm hurting.
I'd rather sit in silence with
a broken heart not knowing why
I am then think about what could've been.
I'd rather break down over and over
because the bottle is over flowing then
sit and think about your smile.
I'd rather cut myself and stand at
the edge of a building contemplating
suicide than remember the way
you used to look at me.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
I constantly find myself
running away from how
I feel because maybe I don't
want to admit you're the
reason why I'm hurting.
I'd rather sit in silence with
a broken heart not knowing why
I am then think about what could've been.
I'd rather break down over and over
because the bottle is over flowing then
sit and think about your smile.
I'd rather cut myself and stand at
the edge of a building contemplating
suicide than remember the way
you used to look at me.
