You got me stuck in your love but you let it come undone,
now when I see you it knocks the wind right out of my lungs.
Summer’s sun has set and I guess that’s all that sustained
us,
I’m not sure why I ever thought this could be painless.
Because they sometimes come, but they always go,
a painful lesson I have come to know.
So my heaving lungs, gasping for air,
will carry me through this unlove affair.
And I’ll say my goodbyes but I’ll see you around
for that bond we shared has been lost, not found.
But this, I beg, you will always know,
it wasn’t my choice, but yours, to let me go.
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