The rose is whittling,
as do we.
This pain is bleeding,
as do me.
And all awhile, I cry these tears.
They bang against me, my ribs.
And crash down inside me.
I don't know why I do the things I do.
Something keeps telling me to let go,
But my heart begs me not to,
And that's because I love you.
I can't tell difference,
With this reality anymore.
Nothing makes sense, in this ill mind frame.
Spiraling inside me, like smoke from a flame.
It tortures me more than the razor could.
Perhaps, life would of been so much easier without me.
Around to drag you down...
But I didn't mean to, maybe I should let you go.
Though I'd never bother again,
I don't even know why I did in the first place,
Got to close, got to secure.
And relied too much on you.
But don't you understand?
All of these words, they are true.
I can't believe how far we've come.
I love you, I love you so much.
And it's killing me with all this.
But wishing seems so pointless,
As do the tears I cry for you,
They aren't going to go away,
You aren't going to stop hurting because of me,
Not matter how many times I say sorry.
I can't take away the damage I've down.
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I deserved it all,
I'm nothing.
You're something.
Live up to it, girl.
