We were dead from the start.
You wanted things that I didn't care for.
Moments that I couldn't provide.
I'd reach for the moon and shine amongst the stars to get your attention.
None of it mattered; it was worthless to you.
You cut me open, breaking me over and over again.
You were the poison I was craving but only got a taste of.
We were toxic.
I could never hold you without thinking that I had to lie to myself to not break down from the thoughts of losing you.
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