If we never meet again it would be too soon.

Everything sounds easier
when it's said in past tense..

Patience, both we and our words are over produced by influence;

What made you so scared? Maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares..

When I know you can't ever change, why am I trembling?

You ask for my heart, you know what I'm down, but not the way you lie to me,
you tear it all apart and beg for me to stay.

I won't forget you, I'm not gonna let you win,
but I'm tired of lying, tired of fighting you, and it's not gonna change

I've hung up my guns; I won't kill again.

I will promise myself I won't care, distracting myself from your stare
and I've seen this mistake once before, with your games I will never fall for.

Know you're already dead; You'll love me, too.