If I was the friend talking to me
I would've told myself to let go
But how is it that somehow I can't
Even though with this much I know
I know my worth and this isn't me
But yet I only let myself fall deeper
And each time the pain grasps my heart
I punish myself for not being better
What is this love that has overcome me
That has gotten such a hold of me to love?
To trust and to believe his every word
Yet his empty eyes is what I only think of
Have I gone too far to want much more
Though he loves me with his bittersweet lies
I use to think that love conquers all
But where is the love in crying every night?
