I wish that once in a while you’d have the nerve to tell me the truth.
‘Cause if you’re always this dishonest, tell me darling, oh, what’s the use?
How you look me in the face and tell me everything’s okay is concerning
Cause here I am thinking that all is fine but there’s so much that I’m not learning.
Don’t sugar coat my feelings now ‘cause it does nothing in the end
Besides confuse my fragile heart more than it will ever be able to mend.
Tell me you’re not happy so that you can finally make your leave.
And I can cry myself some rivers and drown myself in self-made seas.
I can see that you’re unhappy now; I’ve only got myself to blame.
But if we could do this over, would you still lie to me the same?
Or has our time come and gone just like the changes in the breeze?
Please don’t you worry about me now. Let go, you’re finally free.
** this is kind of shit but a first attempt for recent writers’ block **