And it's obvious to me that you just don't want to break my heart And I don't want to have to do this.
So we sit here, at a stand still
We don't know what to say
Or what to do
I want to reach out and take your hand
But I know that you don't want to hold me anymore
So we'll just sit here, not talking at all
Stare out the window and focus on the shapes shifting in the distance
When we get there, what are we to do?
I guess it's fair to say, I lose.
What happened to the days when you just couldn't wait to get to me?
What happened to the nights you couldn't stand to leave me?
Well time may change a memory, so perhaps I've just decided to block out all that I did not prefer.
So were you honestly never there?
Were you just a figure of my imagination? I wasn't aware of the power of my imagination, if in fact that is the case.
Perhaps you're just too good with words, smooth talker, made me think I was in love.
But I was in love, in love with what I thought you were, but not in love with who you are.
Play it gentle with the wounded heart, I wish you would just speak the truth.
Those beautiful lies that spill so easily from your lips, let's be honest, you never meant them, and you never will.
This is a sick little game you play; do you not realize that you are playing it with human lives?
When my heart breaks, will it make a sound? Even if you are to let go of it now, will it take time for the anesthetic to wear off? Will the pain be gradual, while I realize you're gone?
Is this how attached to you I really am?
That I've let you come too far, to make a place in my heart, and when you leave, will you take the wrong part? Will you take all that was left of me to be able to love, so that all that I know to love is you, and only you?
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