If I'm the pen, you're my paper. I'll push my lips against your skin, Spill my guts against you Write every word of love and passion. But you won't be able to read it. So, you'll never see what I mean.
Hello again. It's been awhile. The last time I saw you Was back in high school. How are you? What are you up to? Well I can honestly say I don't miss you. Sorry for the blunt honesty But you kind of made my life a living hell Crushing my dreams before I even knew what they were Everyday you tore off another layer of skin Everyday I came closer to bleeding My emotions were your toy And you played with me like a toddler I never asked for you to tag along And when I asked you to leave You clung tighter Your nails digging further into my shoulder Causing permanent scars No matter how many times I asked politely No matter how many times I screamed in agony You always followed You consistently throw me under the bus But I still find myself defending you Defending you That's all I've ever done And now I'm all alone With no one to play with No one to tag along with No one to laugh with No one to talk with No one