It's true what they say: You accept the love you think you deserve.
Why do we keep going through the motions
of this endless cycle? Loving the ones who
torture us and torturing the ones who love us.
Why is it when I'm alone my thoughts run back
to you and what could have been? If I could have
said a different line or loved you a little bit more?
If I could rip my heart out and drench it so it is
clean from my ties to you I would. But something
about me likes the pain and the heartache because I can somehow still feel your presence.