forever the one that got away – they don’t seem to like to stay
He doesn’t recognize the space I take up
His mind on himself
My mind on help
Rolls his eyes when I say excuse me
I wish I could be
Without so many apologies
He said I had too many bad days
Doesn’t even consider
That he treats me like litter
What will happen when I’m in my own space?
Not more saying sorry
No more unheard stories
You’ll start to feel the world close up around you
You should’ve made way
Instead of making me decay
I will not die due to love I’ve said it before
I’ve lived through an end
I promise you will never mend
They always miss me – always come running back
Treat me with love from your heart
And maybe, in the end, you won’t be
Falling
Apart.
