You never liked it
when I’d turn my thoughts into words
(especially when those thoughts were of you)
But these words are all I’ve ever really had
and since you walked away
I have nothing else to turn to
to escape the failures of my past
It’s funny that it’s long since ceased to matter
just how you really feel
It’s not like disposing of this little piece of me
would ever give me another chance
There’s nothing I can do to fix the past
so why would I throw away
something that’s always been there for me?
Why would I close the hole
I use to pour my heart out
when my head is far too heavy to hold up?
I could see myself
letting go of a lot of things
to make someone like you happy
But the parts that make me who I am
I’m never going to let go of
And if it had really been meant to be
you wouldn’t want me to have anyway
So it’s better to just walk away
a part of something greater
and forget what thoughts you might still hold
