Romanticizing or sharing?

To mars, back, and a half

You said you loved me to the moon and back and a half.

I said why not mars and back and a half?

You said fine, Mars, back and a half.

So why don't you trust me enough to handle your stress.

You break away at the first sign of discomfort.

I'd take a hundred bullets for you, I can't lose you.

And yet you'd leave at the first shot.

Do you really love me, or are you just scared?

I can help with that you know, we can help each other.

I promised you, you promised me, so carry it on.

Don't break my heart, not yet anyway.

We made plans you and I remember those?

Did I do something wrong? Was it me?

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't add up.

Mars... Back... And a half.

How could you just turn your back to me?

Did you lie to my face? Do you love me?

I fall apart for you, I die for you.

And I'll die without you.

The first time you said it.

I was gonna kill myself you know.

But you came back.

You said you didn't know what you were thinking.

Yet you're back to thinking it again.

At first it was stress.

And now it's that you aren't ready.

Are you playing with me?

Do you enjoy my pain?

Can't you see? It doesn't work like that.

It was to Mars, back, and a half.

But now I'm beginning to wonder if it's true.

Maybe it was just a few words to make me happy.