(no subject)
You only want it cause it’s over
It’s over
I'd rather be a secret instead of the topic of your conversation.
You hold all the cards, the unacknowledged cards.
The only thing I hold on to are your words, and forgotten promises.
My outstretched arms from which you turn away.
It hurts me, but I'm use to it.
Sometimes you make me feel as though whatever I say will be just a few lines of nonsense not worth the breath it flows out on.
I don't know you anymore.
And I feel you want me to be who I was, but we both know I'm not.
I'm through with it now, with that eternal wishing.
We always pick up where we left off, but where we just fooling ourselves?
We had one moment in time that set us on different paths forever.
It’s over
I'd rather be a secret instead of the topic of your conversation.
You hold all the cards, the unacknowledged cards.
The only thing I hold on to are your words, and forgotten promises.
My outstretched arms from which you turn away.
It hurts me, but I'm use to it.
Sometimes you make me feel as though whatever I say will be just a few lines of nonsense not worth the breath it flows out on.
I don't know you anymore.
And I feel you want me to be who I was, but we both know I'm not.
I'm through with it now, with that eternal wishing.
We always pick up where we left off, but where we just fooling ourselves?
We had one moment in time that set us on different paths forever.