The truth is that I miss you
And It’s hard to fight the distance
The truth is I ain’t ready-
to do this but I can’t miss it
But the truth is nobody is ready
And the pain is that we need to grow
And I hate how I lived so cynical
Because vulnerable is hard over the phone
And I hate using the word
demon
I think It’s a bitter cliche
But what other word can sum up
The i m a g e r y inside of the pain.
So maybe I am protective
But I swear that I can try
To open up a little more
If you could just give me some
time.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
The truth is that I miss you
And It’s hard to fight the distance
The truth is I ain’t ready-
to do this but I can’t miss it
But the truth is nobody is ready
And the pain is that we need to grow
And I hate how I lived so cynical
Because vulnerable is hard over the phone
And I hate using the word
demon
I think It’s a bitter cliche
But what other word can sum up
The i m a g e r y inside of the pain.
So maybe I am protective
But I swear that I can try
To open up a little more
If you could just give me some
time.
