Poetic

*4*

Half-truths, white lies, they keep piling up. What's true, what's false, can't differentiate no more.

Break me, it may be impossible.

Broken, before you met me that may have already have happened.

Sorry, Mister, you don't have any affect on me.

Sorry, Mister, about you thinking I have any feelings for you.

I have no feelings at all, you changed me.

Couldn't feel nothing, but you made me.

Don't want to be a victim of a broken heart, hiding away my feelings is the best way not to get hurt.

Love is to strong a word to describe what I feel for you.

I can't be your second choice, your backup plan. When your lonely or bored, don't torture me with being in your presence.

There are different shades to you, but I like the shade when you're with me.

I don't know all your shades, I guess I don't know you that well.

Leave and don't come back, your just like every other guy.

I won't open up, I don't want a piece of me to leave with you.

Trying to piece together the broken pieces of me. I can't find no medicine that heals all wounds.

Love, I need to find it. Can't heal if I can't find it.