Your words cut my like knives.
And my respect for you dives.
You mean the world but you mean nothing to me.
And that's hard to see.
I can't see why i like you so much.
But at the same time i can't hold a grudge.
Your words leave me.
Severed.
Rendered.
To nothing more then a nill.
And slowly they start to kill.
Me inside.
It has already died.
You can touch but you can't feel.
I lie to myself that this isn't real.
But in truth it's as real as it gets.
And that i soon start to forget.
Your cold heart.
Tears my world apart.
My anger for you still stands.
With my ciggerette in hand.
I begin to wonder.
What kind of pressure you've got me under.
I'm done chasing my butterfly.
And i quit asking why.
Why you mean everything to me.
And to tell you the truth i quit.
Because i have to admit.
It's not worth it.
It's not worth waiting.
As my life starts fading.
I leave you as you left me for...nothing...
