compass
if he really wants to see
me tear myself apart
then in the process
he'll realize everything i ever said
that the monsters were never in his head
i have the monsters inside of me
I've been fighting them for an eternity
but just for a little while
i will let them out,
and he will see me tear myself apart.
and i'm only doing this because i have so much great despair
so much love to give without a care,
i rather run wild & free
at least for a little while
because I've always been able to
pick myself back up better
after I've destroyed what was left
in the present me.
i love him too much,
it's too great to bear,
it's nothing i'm used to
since i've always loved myself
first and formeost
morre than anyone out there
but i really want to feel everything of him again
for the last time
but i'm really tired of having my heart torn out
and having to pick up the pieces myself.
i fall asleep crying just about every night,
one day will be our time
maybe, just maybe
but lately it's just not right.
the next time he says whatever he does,
i will tell him once and for all
to make up his mind.
you can't just love me for a day
and ignore me for a month.
if you really want me
prove it to me,
until then nothing is for certain anymore.
so i rather chase the monsters
and walk right out the door.
have some fun and fall apart,
at least maybe then he'll realize
everything that I've ever said.
that nothing was in his head.
it was everything he was looking for.
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