You can blame it on your lack of backbone,
I don't care.
Just don't caress my face anymore,
it's something I can't bare.
You always have been a constant reminder,
a reminder of the mistakes I used to make.
You were never there to hold me,
you were always there to take.
Somehow I kept crawling back to you,
I still wanted more of you.
I can't stand the things I said,
and the things I did too.
I still remember the look on your face,
remember, when you told me to stay ?
I ran so fast away from you,
and I ended up so far away.
I can remember what I gave to you,
or more truthfully, the things I "let" you take.
Maybe you were never the reminder,
maybe you were my mistake.
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