We forget much more than we remember,
The crows of midnight hoot like me and shutting the door like I do when I'm always ready to leave.
All I can do is go for a walk but in my thoughts I'm pulling you behind me,
I'm always so close to give up completely,
The only thing that keeps me here is my promise,
my pride too big, to break it.
I'll try to let you in,
but are you brave and strong enough to let me heal,
so I can see you without the acting you always did.
If I'm really good, then I can't be bad,
If I make you sick then you should've told me that,
Before I tear myself apart.
Now I'm just small things,
Great for abstract art.
Tell me where else I can be immoral,
In a stranger's heart,
Maybe then I'll get over you and put yours in the glass case with the others that I cut out.
I'm a hassle maker, a thirsty monster,
Please drown me unless you think otherwise of me,
Cause I can't handle the silence you speak.
If it's meant to be then it will be.
