I'm not me.
I'm not who I was.
I'm not sure who you see.
I'm not sure of anything.
Won't you just undo this?
I can't stand the tears.
I can't stand the silence.
I can't bear another waking moment wishing I had done something else.
Said something else.
Wishing I was someone else.
Wondering what it would take for you to be bold.
Wishing I had what it took for you to be bold regardless.
It's all on replay. Over and over and over again.
I've been thinking I'm the only one who can make this train stop.
In reality, it's you.
I really do have a million things to say.
I just can't find the words.
The only thing I seem to be able to do is "can't".
I'm alone and scared and vulnerable and you're too far.
The doors about to shut and you don't hold the key.
Make this work.
Make forever, just don't take too long.
..cause my bags are packed.
I'm a fool for being wide open, although my heart's not on my sleeve.
Shame on you for not doing anything.
Quit acting like you're dime a dozen.
Shame on me for waiting for you.
And I'm the one who still comes up empty.
How do you get away with it?
Do you like that face in the mirror, does she?
“I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots. And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick - it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh - even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around. And the fact that you didnt call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.”
“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”
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