So here I go again, screwing things up
Freaking out, and blowing things up.
I think I should, but I don't know what to say.
I could probably make your life better by hiding myself away.
I blow things out of proportion. I freak myself out.
I stopped giving you the benefit of the doubt.
But what can I say? Half of the things I hear are true.
So when another thing is said, what's a girl to do?
Should I just sit back, and end up getting hurt?
Or say something, and then feel the guilt of making you feel like dirt?
This is a miserable cycle, that won't seem to end.
"Oh, nothing's wrong." Is what I must say and pretend.
Look, I'm sorry. I truly am.
But this whole thing, it feel is like a scam.
So it'd be impossible to cut you out of my whole life
But I don't want to cause you anymore strife.
No more messages. No more calls.
It's killing me to do this, but I'm building these walls.
I don't want to lose you. But I'm afraid if we go on, I just might.
To keep myself strong, I'm going to have to fight.
This poem is stained with tears of pain.
But no more will you hear me complain.
Until I believe that, with us, I can deal
I'll have to let you go, and let my heart heal.
My tears will fall. I can't make them cease.
And the heartache I feel, it bring me to my knees.
But I'm no longer yours to worry about.
The trouble I cause, you could do without.
Get on with your life. Forget about me. This time, that's what I'll advise.
And don't worry about saying anything to me. Don't even bother with any goodbyes.
