Stars are too bright to hide inside, so we can empty out my mind.
Tell me,
what's this got to do with me and you,
what do you choose to take this time?
Hands traveling further than before, you were never easy to ignore.
Unsettle my soul,
dig for more,
can I hold this as my own?
What was your intentions,
infestations and resentment.
Truth is, you've left me helpless against myself who stands on two feet and won't let me see much as profound.
Myself,
who won't let anyone else close,
and gets angry at those who want to know the substance of my bones.
Myself,
who holds too much emotion to be this cold, yet she's becoming worse than before.
It's hard to swallow the fact that after everything you never truly cared about me.
All the little things and all those words you let me keep, didn't you know I'd lock them in a box, torture myself as I replay each one, and then realize they shouldn't have meant so much to me.
So here it is,
the words I should keep,
the words that will replace your vacant meaningless ones.
Why hold on to someone who didn't hold on to me?
Let it be, this is what's meant to be.
