broken beyond words
you say that u've been giving me the space and time i need, but how is it i still feel like i'm under so much pressure. i want to be happy. but i feel more guilt and like i'm being slowly torn apart than feeling a sense of relief and just the mere feeling of being free.
it's the first time i gave it my all, my best, my everything. by theory, i should be feeling relieved and happy that it happened, and i've loved, but why do i feel like a caged bird. is this pressure that i've set upon myself, or is it guilt trips pulled on my emotions. i feel emotionally responsible for your heartache. your pain. your sorrow. i do. but what should i do. should i shut the doors on you completely? or should i love you in the way i know how? you have completely broken me, and i don't have anything left to give. so tell me what i should do instead. i have done everything imaginable to love you in the ways i know how. but why? and how did we come to a stage like that. i know not how.
i want to fix a broken heart. my broken heart. shouldn't you shoulder any responsibility over it at all? it is my fault that i've made you the person you are today. i've just given and given and you've just taken and taken. it's like the story of the boy and the tree. i'm now only left with a stump. how far more along the way would you like me to go...
it's the first time i gave it my all, my best, my everything. by theory, i should be feeling relieved and happy that it happened, and i've loved, but why do i feel like a caged bird. is this pressure that i've set upon myself, or is it guilt trips pulled on my emotions. i feel emotionally responsible for your heartache. your pain. your sorrow. i do. but what should i do. should i shut the doors on you completely? or should i love you in the way i know how? you have completely broken me, and i don't have anything left to give. so tell me what i should do instead. i have done everything imaginable to love you in the ways i know how. but why? and how did we come to a stage like that. i know not how.
i want to fix a broken heart. my broken heart. shouldn't you shoulder any responsibility over it at all? it is my fault that i've made you the person you are today. i've just given and given and you've just taken and taken. it's like the story of the boy and the tree. i'm now only left with a stump. how far more along the way would you like me to go...