i can understand a small percentage of what you do to me and why
it makes no sense the way you say i've done these things to you when i haven't
it's so easy for you to flip the story when i'm not there, isn't it?
what if i were there,
and it was just us?
you would soon find out i don't hate you as much as you claim i do
but i wouldn't be able to keep my eyes on you
it would hurt too much to do
i still can't think about you without guilt overwhelming my mind
i don't know how i would even talk to you again after the way we left each other
i miss you so much
but i'm terrified to see you again
i want to hold you
but i'm scared to let you touch me
what do i do without you?
it's incredibly difficult to breathe when you aren't here
luring me to sleep
please meet me back in my nightmares
you're the only thing that makes them bearable anymore
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i hate when i remember how i feel about u it really sucks
i'm alive just breathing ig
