The Best Thing You Ever Did For Me
Some say we can sense what those closest to us are feeling
Is that why I was never quite able to get into your mind?
The satisfaction in truth
It could’ve taken away everything you worked so hard to engrave into my being
Reality scratched deep enough to scar
But to you it was just another graze
Why can I only talk when I have nothing to say?
Silence brings back everything I lost
And I can’t say what I’d meant
When I open my mouth it all comes out
All the lies and bullshit
I can’t tell you what I felt
Or what you did to me
I still have my marks of reality
And I wish I could say
At least one of them had been accidental
I wish I could say you didn’t mean to hurt me
I wish I could lie to myself the way I did when I had you
I wish I could lie to myself the way you did
I wish that my fear of trusting someone
Had something to do with my family again
In retrospect, I’m glad you left
You carved into those pieces of me
You’d claimed you’d loved
Why would you change me?
Why did you make me unlovable?
Why did you create a monster?
Why did you take me away from me?
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