The truth is that I'm losing patience.
Just growing tired and weary of waiting, searching.
I'm afraid to get close to anybody.
Just in case I am wrong and might get hurt.
I don't think I could handle another broken heart.
The truth is I feel all alone.
As if I am invisible to everyone.
Worst part is that it's my own fault.
I just kept pushing everybody away.
Until I finally had no one.
The Truth is I finally moved on.
But sometimes a memory stops me in my tracks.
I realized I shouldn't let you control my life anymore.
Because you walked out of it years ago.
Slowly I am beginning to live again.
