I try to force myself to forget you but nothing ever works. You tore me apart, limb by limb; But I would still kill to hear you say those three words. I'm standing at the top of the staircase with you by my side, debating on whether I should stay or walk out of your life. Things are so much harder than they seem. All the things we thought we knew aren't as clear as they used to be. I can lay in my bed in someone else's arms, but I'll still long for my phone to ring. I want to say so many things I can't bring myself to let out. I'll deny it to your face but the words are eating me inside out. It's kind of hard to look at yourself in the mirror knowing that you're slowly fading away. I would kill to be holding a gun to my head. I can't break.
