The fear of what you might become and what you might not become hurts and I cannot win
I can't run away now because I might ruin what we could be
But if we be it will turn to ruins anyway,
I'm afraid I can't give you anything

Im crashing into a harsh reality
I feel like I'm falling to pieces
Is this what it's meant to feel like?
I don't know whether I want to stick around much longer
I think it's hurting more than it should

I never wanted it to end
but it did
only until you were bored and had no one else
it's a ******* cycle, it happened before and it happened again
it matters it's you, but does it matter it's me?

I can fabricate it in anyway I want but at the end of it all I know it will always be you
And at the end of it all no matter how hard I try I’ll never nearly cross your mind as often as you race through mine