I told you not to come near me. I warned you to keep your distance. Despite my desperate warnings, you chose to stay resistant. I wonder if you can actually hear me, or hear my heartfilled truth. I doubt you even fear me, still I don't want to hurt you. How many times do I have to say it? How many times will I try? When will you see that life without me, is better than making you cry. Inside of my head or ontop of my bed, my demons will make their way. They'll chew you up, they'll push you out, and into your spot they'll lay. Nor did I consider that you'd ever fall in love. Fragile yet abrupt resembling life's mourning dove. But every single hellion needs an angel by their side. Maybe that's the reason why in me you still confide. We're wasting away in a turbulent flow. Although I never loved you, you still believe so. But how many times do I have to say it? How many times will I try? When will you see that life without me, is better than making you cry. How the fuck was I supposed to know that you were mine? How the fuck was I supposed to know that you were blind? Swimming in that tidal wave, lifting in a hurricane, bet we both regret the day you even asked my middle name. Now my soul will rise above, while yours remains to sink. Maybe then you'll know don't trust a vision till you blink.
