I know that is isn't real
I know that we aren't real
But it still hurts,
thinking of the possibility
Of others is shrapnel in my flesh.
Maybe it is just the regret
A lead weight on my chest
That I cannot seem to make my way,
Because you seem a million miles away
Why does it matter?
No good comes to me,
No lord wants to rescue me
You don't want to be with me.
