Always A Part Of Me
He's already in his car,
Speeding down the highway.
He's probably not that far,
But I couldn't get him to turn back anyway.
So I sit here.
Boredom kills.
Thinking about all the things I fear,
Coming alive against my will.
I shouldn't have let him get to me...
Not like this, he's all I see.
The star of all my dreams,
The focus of all my memories.
I cannot, could never, forget him.
To do that would be the worst kind of sin.
I'd be lying to myself,
Trying to be someone else.
He'll always be a part of me.
Like it or not, it's a simple fact of reality.
I know nothing will dull the sharp pain in my chest,
Except maybe for time and rest.
But nothing can ever fix my heart.
It can be mended and molded,
But there will always be a broken part.
A piece will always be missing.
I sent it with him when he left,
And I'm only just now wishing,
That he doesn't send it back,
That would be the worst kind of pain,
It would tear me in half.
It would mean he wanted to forget me.
Wash me out of his life completely.
That piece of my heart wouldn't even do me any good.
You'd think he'd know that, I know he should.
It wouldn't fit back in place.
The hole would not be erased.
I wouldn't even know how to sew myself back up.
I'd just make a mess. It wouldn't be enough.
He's probably at home now.
Lying on his bed.
I wonder if he remembers,
How he promised he'd be there 'till the end.
My ex-lover who I still love...
My best friend.
Speeding down the highway.
He's probably not that far,
But I couldn't get him to turn back anyway.
So I sit here.
Boredom kills.
Thinking about all the things I fear,
Coming alive against my will.
I shouldn't have let him get to me...
Not like this, he's all I see.
The star of all my dreams,
The focus of all my memories.
I cannot, could never, forget him.
To do that would be the worst kind of sin.
I'd be lying to myself,
Trying to be someone else.
He'll always be a part of me.
Like it or not, it's a simple fact of reality.
I know nothing will dull the sharp pain in my chest,
Except maybe for time and rest.
But nothing can ever fix my heart.
It can be mended and molded,
But there will always be a broken part.
A piece will always be missing.
I sent it with him when he left,
And I'm only just now wishing,
That he doesn't send it back,
That would be the worst kind of pain,
It would tear me in half.
It would mean he wanted to forget me.
Wash me out of his life completely.
That piece of my heart wouldn't even do me any good.
You'd think he'd know that, I know he should.
It wouldn't fit back in place.
The hole would not be erased.
I wouldn't even know how to sew myself back up.
I'd just make a mess. It wouldn't be enough.
He's probably at home now.
Lying on his bed.
I wonder if he remembers,
How he promised he'd be there 'till the end.
My ex-lover who I still love...
My best friend.