It was fun tearing myself apart.
I loved the pain I caused inside out.
It was a disaster; the life I had.
Suffocating you, til you went mad.
I was hurting everyone who loved me.
Was best to just let me be-?
I held onto you without your will.
My emotions like a chemical spill.
A virus that infects everyone it comes in contact with.
Love for us was a myth.
You didn't believe I was going to heal.
I thought our friendship would be forever surreal.
My love for you was held within.
But you slowly escaped the hell I had you in.
You never did say goodbye.
And you never did tell me why.
Even after all the letters, you don't think I deserved better-?
Had you stopped to think 'Would that upset
her-?'
I cry at night thinking of the word 'why'
But it's not the word I've chosen to live by.
Friendship isn't a loose concept.
It's a lifelong promise that you both choose to accept.
Did I want you all to myself-?
Did I like who I was with someone else-?
Does that mean that me I was in love-?
We were too close. Tighter than a glove.
Was it smart for you to make an escape-?
Why was I left feeling emotionally raped-?
The air was stolen from my lungs.
I was told the secrets you hide from yourself are the most dangerous ones.
Did I ruin it all-?
Who's in charge of making that call-?
