The Truth: I miss you
I pretend I'm over you
ignoring reality
imprisoning my feelings until I'm feeling nothing new
it's like this wound has become scars
the pains never go away
I used to say you are the one for me
and that's the subconscious trap that i got me in
now i know i have to set me free
It shouldn't hurt this bad if it was meant to be
Mentally it's just so much pressure
I wish you wouldn't be telling me that I was special
then turn around and treat me like I was something that you had to get rid of
like a bad itch that's hard to reach
I swear I won't be calling you I'll leave you alone..
A couple of months and weeks now
I'm taking the phone hanging out to the dial tone
cos you never pick up
when you finally do you say
you are busy you'd call me right back
but you never do..
You say I shouldn't call anymore
That I disgust you like a wasted trash
I wrote my script and acted the scenes..
So I'm right back to square one again
trying to get over you again
hating myself now for putting myself out..
Maybe I should have just been a broken piece..
But now I'm a broken pieces...
I know I must let you go cause if I keep holding on then I may never know what life has got in store
maybe something more?
I must let u find happiness..
I miss you and as simple as it can be said
that's the whole truth..
