On one hand
I say that life is about learning and making mistakes because each mistake gives you an experience
On the other hand
I'm building things to tear them apart
Love is not something weak hearted do
Everything has to end and
I'm preparing myself for a life of solitude
Which one is real me?
Everyone walks over me
And for those who don't
I do things that make them
doubt themselves for sticking around
Filling myself of emptiness
Opening up can open some wounds
And people's actions might make you bleed again
I don't have the energy to put myself on the line again
It has always been a lose or lose battle
And my mind just wanders
To places it is most scared of
Because those places feel
More like home
Than the reality itself
My thoughts are too much for you
You don't see that yet and
I have to let you go before you loathe me
Expecting perfection from myself
While letting people off the hook with the bare minimum
If you ask me whether I love him
I don't know what that means anymore
I remember you
But I can't remember love
I remember the pain
But I can't remember the cause
Hurry up and wake me before this nightmare becomes my reality
Who do you cut off when you resent yourself?
When you hate yourself for letting them go
But you also know they're better off without you
Knowing all this
Would you still dare to stand by me?
Will you let me call you my home when you know I never really had one?
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