My grip is weak,
my breath is short,
tired of holding on,
tired of being the only one who cares.
You say you love,
that was one sweet lie...
I should have known,
not to let you inside.
What a mistake,
what a delusion;
but my best memory...
My heart now aches,
with the scars you left,
and your name engraved in my heart.
Afraid to love,
afraid to be happy,
afraid of people like you.
