he'd hurt me, press on the fresh wounds,
and after it all, I go running back to him like a fool.
why did i even love him? why cant i stop?
someone wipe my last teardrop.
stop, stop please just end,
should've known this was an accident.
how could you have loved me, a broken flower that never belonged in the field of daises
maybe you weren't my missing piece.
he'd hold me like I am fragile, he'd hold me in a way I felt safe,
i should've locked all my gates.
I let him in, thinking he is the one,
but now everything is over, the damage has been done.
my wounds will heal with time,
but I lost him before he was really mine.
