You keep coming back in pieces just enough to make me melt and just enough to make me crazy, only trying to tie you down into a conversation but I think I gotta wait it out cuz you’re not the you that wanted to talk to me every day and you’re not the you that wanted to tell me everything
And that’s probably my fault
With a side of life
But I can’t take it
Feels like a knife
But I’ll do better
And give it time
Cuz I’m not who I used to be and I won’t make those same mistakes and I am strong enough to wait cuz I don’t think it is too late
Hard to hold back but I keep telling myself itll be ok..
That it’s not too late..