It hurts. Of course it would. But then again, it's my fault. Everything's my fault. Not enough trust, not enough faith, when did things start going down hill? I get so nervous when the other girls are there. Does he think about them the way he thought about me? What exactly do I mean now? Am I to become a memory, faded into the background? Yes I'm clinging. If I don't cling to what I want, it'll disappear. But I'm impersonal, it seems. And I have habits that get to him. How do I change?
When life seems to be crashing down on me, when it hurts even while I sleep, when tomorrow seems like the end, I don't want to not know. I want to work things out, I want to keep fighting. Yet now I want to run away, to hide, to disappear, to die. When you told me what you did it may as well have killed me. Perhaps this is my fault. I've let you become my life, I've let myself become nothing. I need to change, then perhaps you will come back to me. But when it's over, there's no going back...ever.
Chain me up, tie me down, lock me away for your own pleasure. Hurt me as much as you want, you still have my heart.
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