We need to partway our differences to clearly seeing signs of unhappiness drained us apart.

You tell so much from the heart
I may never find meaning from the start, but love you gave me butterflies in full at the end.

Apologies aren't going to define in silent, it's like redoing the paint repeatedly to sell. Apparently, you're not sold.

Don't prove to fix pain over and over thinking will fade, but never in a moment can stop feeling the way is felt.

Broken heart of pieces given thoughts would never be logical