She pulls down her long sleeves
To hide all the memories scars leave
She says, "Maybe making me bleed
Will be the answer that could wash the slate clean"

I'm sorry I ever told you I loved you.

Not because it is not the truth.

But because I'm only saying what we both know is true.

The first night I said it was late on the phone.

I was scared for what you would put yourself through.

I said it to you tears audible in my tone.

Three words that mean so much, yet never enough.

I gave myself completely to you

My cards turned outwards for you to call my bluff

You only once returned those words towards me.

But now you deny that,

Water from my eyes for all to see.

I wish you never said those words "I love you"

I could see it in your eyes, each one a galaxy.

Some Words are more overrated than the color blue

I said it once,  from there now i overused

Conversing now lazy because "I love you"

No more amoret or hazel, three words now I abused

Because I said those words this is difficult.

I became who I swore not to be.

In modesty never now alone's the result.