The truth is .. if you were to tell me you loved me .
- I'd still say it back .
The truth is .. if you were to tell me you needed me .
- I'd still be there .
The truth is .. if you were to tell me you wanted me .
- I'd still take you back ...
Everything's different with him.
- He doesn't kiss me intimately , there isnt much passion
- He doesn't hold me tightly , there isnt pieces going back together ..
I can't look him in the eyes and tell him I love him like I could with you .
I can't be held by him , and still want to be closer .
I can't be kissed by him , and not think of you .
I can't write about him , like I could with you .
I can't hold his hand , and feel completely safe .
I can't hear the tone in his voice , when he tells me he loves me .
The day he asked me , I was still thinking of you .
- The way you held me that morning
- The amount of times you called me beautiful that morning .
- The way you looked into my eyes and told me not to leave you that morning .
- The way you told me you loved me that morning .
By that evening , I was torn apart .
- I felt my chest pains .
- I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces .
- I felt my lungs cry for the air .
The night we had an argument ,
- I didn't come to school the next day .. because I couldn't stand for you to be mad at me .
- I didn't stop crying that night .
- I had a panic attack , and I had took my meds .
- My sister asked what was wrong , and all I could tell her was that you didn't love me anymore .
- I felt so so bad .
- I regretted everything I've done .
& honestly . If someone were to hold a gun to my head , and threaten your life over mine ... I'd tell them to shoot me , but let me carve your name into the bullet first . So you we're the last thing going through my head .
