Someone tell me: Why would an angel pull the feathers from her wings?
I used to know this girl,
who gave her love away to every guy she met.
And with all the games they played,
she never seemed to cry.
She never got upset...
And one by one they came,
and one by one they left.
I thought that I could fix her,
if she would let me in,
but all of my advances were shut down in the end.
When days turned into months I begged her to explain,
and this is what she sang:
It's not like I'm a slut,
or that I really like to fuck.
I just want every boy I see
to walk away with part of me,
until there's nothing left to hold;
Until there's nothing left to hate.
I appreciate your help,
but even you can't save me from myself.
I used to know this boy who took notes in a book,
but he ripped out all the pages,
before I got a look
at all the words he scribbled,
at all the lines he filled.
But the ink stains on his fingers told me he was skilled,
at capturing a feeling that most of us just miss.
The simple pain of living,
with "Goodbye's" on our lips.
I found one of the pages crumped by her bed,
and this is how it read:
It's not like I am weak,
or that I don't know how to leave.
It's just that every time you cheat,
you bring me closer to defeat.
Until there's nothing left to love,
until there's nothing left to say.
I know that you need help,
but even I can't save you from yourself.
♥♥♥♥
Edit::: I take back everything I said,
I was talking out of my ass.<3
I am very happy and have no reason to be confused,
I need to stop tricking myself.