Tell me
I’m in between being head over heels for you and somewhere empty with my palms on my head
Thinking how the hell did I let this get so far
Because every time I call, you answer
Whether it’s at 10 during your shift hours or 5am on a random Tuesday
You answer
Why does it feel like you need me
Yet pretend to not care
Maybe you’ll always know that I’ll be there for you
A bit pathetic isn’t it
With such pure and genuine intentions in the very beginning
To giving your things back that unforgivable winter
I swept so many things under the rug for you
Maybe you’ve done the same for me in other ways
This cycle won’t end
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I know it won’t
Not even wishful thinking could do any good
When my heart has felt this very same pain before
that man was never actually kind to me
I long for the day when a man is true to his words and follows his actions longer than a few months
It seems these days it is obsolete
why do I have to be the one who decides when this relation ends
When you are the one who put us in this mess first
Tell me you don’t want me anymore
Tell me you never intended to be with me
Tell me I’m not the girl
Tell me the “ I love you” drunken call was false
I need to see your mouth precisely form the words
Because my heart won’t move on unless completely shattered at your doing
Unfortunately my heart wont listen to me so
Tell me
