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Re: Song/Quote of the day! -
December 28th 2017, 01:52 AM
I couldn't accept we were ending
I gradually started to drift
In the back of my mind was pretending
That I could handle it
I couldn't handle it
Just wanted a moment of silence
Not everything ending in war
The tiniest problems made giant
What were we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?
What I'm about to say
Won't be easy to swallow
What you felt today
Will be as painful tomorrow
Painful tomorrow
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough for me
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough, please you gotta see
I'm leaving you, you
I'm leaving you, you
You're okay, you're okay, you're okay without me
Comes a day, comes a day, comes a day when I'm convinced that you'll agree
That I'm leaving you, you
Leaving you, you
I wouldn't have thought I could carry
The weight of us all by myself
Our differences just wouldn't marry
I had to beg for help
Got it from someone else
What I'm about to say
Won't be easy to swallow
What you felt today
Will be as painful tomorrow
Painful tomorrow
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough for me
It's enough, it's enough, it's enough, please you gotta see
I'm leaving you, you
I'm leaving you, you
You're okay, you're okay, you're okay without me
Comes a day, comes a day, comes a day when I'm convinced that you'll agree
That I'm leaving you, you
Leaving you, you
you said that you put in most of the effort to keep our relationship afloat, so why do i feel like i did that instead? the more i listen to this artist, the more i see our entire relationship in her words. we broke up, but you're going to be okay. you have a future, but i can't see past tomorrow.
you're living, i'm surviving. i'm not meant for anything that lasts.
and you know what? you shouldn't have fucking touched me like you did. all i can do is feel your damn hands all over my body and i have to drink or work out or starve myself to convince myself i can feel anything but your hands. in the moments my mind isn't occupied by anything else, all i can think of is you. i still feel your hands all over me. maybe you lost tangible things, but you don't have to live with the reality that you let someone misuse you. i'm dirty. i'm unlovable. why did i not say no louder? with more force?
why do i miss you still?
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