Tell me that you're not having second thoughts only now. You've said too much, you've shown how little I meant to you.
As you push me away, I accepted believing I wasn't deserving enough.
Yes, mabye I still am.
But as the angel flies, I'm left behind trying to purge a memory that refuses to leave me. Thrown into barbs, stuck in the mud, bruised and broken, I dusted off my wounds.
Torn and tattered, I tore myself free. I hear wing beats. I want to be deaf, I want to be blind, I don't want to feel. But deep down I do. I Truly do. It'll be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
Tell me that you're not having second thoughts only now. You've said too much, you've shown how little I meant to you.
As you push me away, I accepted believing I wasn't deserving enough.
Yes, mabye I still am.
But as the angel flies, I'm left behind trying to purge a memory that refuses to leave me. Thrown into barbs, stuck in the mud, bruised and broken, I dusted off my wounds.
Torn and tattered, I tore myself free. I hear wing beats. I want to be deaf, I want to be blind, I don't want to feel. But deep down I do. I Truly do. It'll be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
