Shake it and break it. Make it unfake it.
You were too busy cheating You've cut me and didn't see me bleeding. Only when my hurt feelings covered you and piled up to the ceiling you started complaining and told everyone I'm the one they all should be blaming.
There's this one thing I wanna try. I'd be grateful to get the chance before I die. There's this one thing my soul lacks. I wanna love. And be loved back.
I'm sick of the games. If you want to play, just go away. Or stay, if you choose to be real. I won't let you steal my time for not wanting a hundret percent being with me.
If you hold on to that shit, that shit will hold on to you.
You don't have to be someone in someone elses eyes to be someone.
And still there's a little you behind every letter.
Let that negative shit go and observe, what stays. Then let your energy flow only in this direction and make this a habit day by day.
If I've ever fucked it up, all I needed was warm arms to wrap around my shoulders and my waist keeping me away and holding me back, a gentle voice whose whispers swirl directly into my head, to not jump again in that viral trap.
You should know, I let my feelings for you go. If you let me process it alone, I make a decision on my own
I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna be quiet for a long period of time. At least in your measure. It's such a pleasure to just shut up, while my head and my heart are turning the volume up.