I can feel my heartbreaking in two.
I feel it breaking like I feel cuts on my body.
It feels like someone took it out of my chest and snapped it in half, like porcelain you see sitting in a cabinet.
This feels like a bad habit.
Every time I see you I feel like crying.
Every time I see you I repeat to myself, no these aren't feelings they can't be. My heart must be lying.
Every time I see you I think to myself, what if it was possible? It's not.
When I think about these feelings, I feel like I'm slowly dying.
I can't tell you how I feel, if I tell you it will become real.
I know I don't stand a chance, maybe just one more glance?
I can't figure you out, I have so much doubt.
One minute we're laughing to the point of tears, I think this just confirmed my fears.
One minute we're flirting, the next minute you leave me hurting.
This is a bad habit.
I wish I hadn't fallen for you.
I don't like how real these feelings are.
It always ends with my heart feeling like porcelain in a cabinet.
