Teardrops on my pillow ....
What am I doing wrong?
Is it something I said? Is it something I did? Just let me love you .... let me start over. I'm not her. You know me, I can see it in the way you look at me. I see it in your eyes. I can feel it when you touch me .. but why can't you just let go of everything ... and just trust me?
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
Is it something I said? Is it something I did? Just let me love you .... let me start over. I'm not her. You know me, I can see it in the way you look at me. I see it in your eyes. I can feel it when you touch me .. but why can't you just let go of everything ... and just trust me?
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.