But you make it impossible.
You break my pencil
And spill my paints,
You tell me it easy to create something beautiful,
But you tell me I don't have the talent or skills.
You critisize evry line I draw,
Every stroke of my brush.
You took away my inspiration.
How do I draw a basket of fruit
If there isn't one in front of me?
I can't get the detail it needs
From remembering what it looks like.
All I want is to be proud of something I do.
Have someone admire it for what it is.
I realize I am asking the wrong person.
I don't know who
Or where to find that person,
But there has to be someone out there.
You can't be all there is.
I'm so scared of getting hurt again.
My mind is telling me to just stay away
But my heart skip a beat with the very thought of you,
And a little piece breaks off and falls,
Every time I think of a laugh or smile shared.
Pain overwhelming I fall to the ground,
so angry, so sad, so many emotions,
I want to scream,
I want to cry,
But instead I keep coming back to you.
I can even see the difference in me.
I've almost convinced myself that this is for the best
But there are still times that I doubt myself.
I wonder if I can make it without you,
I wonder if i even want to try.
The thought of running back to you,
And crying till you took me back,
It sickens me that I would do that again.
I've done that so many times,
But the comforting feeling of being in your arms,
Kissing your lips, hearing your voice,
The more I think about it
The more I drive myself crazy.
Get out of my head.
Leave my heart alone.
Get out of my thoughts.
I can't take a broken heart again.
but I guess it's all too much to ask for.
A simple call for no reason,
an extra hug in the day,
a kiss good-bye in the morning,
a kiss hello in the evening,
or a dido when I tell you I love you.
I'm trying not get mad
or think that something is wrong,
but it's the feeling I get
and it won't go away.
Is there a reason you don't say it?
A reason for no hugs or kisses,
a reason for not calling,
I always do those little things for you
and you never seem to care,
but it all matters to me.
It's the little things that show love,
how else am I supposed to know?
At the time I didn't understand the difference,
in my mind I thought they were the same,
but now I understand.
At the time though I was so in love with you that there seemed to be nothing else.
Time has gone by,
and somewhere, somehow I was one who fell out,
and I don't know how to tell you.
I don't want to see one single tear fall from your eyes,
but I can't help what I feel.
If I went on knowing what I know,
and keep it from you,
then what?
