Inside Out
I want you so badly,
It hurts me to think of you,
And yet that is all I do.
So that I am constantly in pain,
Always repeating your name,
Under my breath.
The breath I cannot breathe
Without you,
In my messed up world of
Lies and shattered dreams,
Where the lemonade is more
Sour than it is sweet,
But because I can feel
When your eyes stop on me.
It makes it okay to be
As out of place as I am, as crazy.
And when I'm inside out,
Pulling my hair out,
A tragic mess forgetting that
Life isn't fair,
Your stupid, beautiful smile
Makes me slow down
And enjoy the ride
For awhile.
And then you leave,
Just like you always do...
And that scares me,
Tears my heart
In half,
And wears down on me.
Until I'm so close to giving up,
And breaking down,
Wondering how much water needs to fill my lungs
Before I drown,
Making a list
Inside of my head
Of the many reasons
Why it'd be easier to be dead...
I wonder if you'd come back and feel sorry,
Breathe my life right back into me.
I wonder if you'd even hear of the tragedy.
I wonder if you'd even see it as a tragedy.
It hurts me to think of you,
And yet that is all I do.
So that I am constantly in pain,
Always repeating your name,
Under my breath.
The breath I cannot breathe
Without you,
In my messed up world of
Lies and shattered dreams,
Where the lemonade is more
Sour than it is sweet,
But because I can feel
When your eyes stop on me.
It makes it okay to be
As out of place as I am, as crazy.
And when I'm inside out,
Pulling my hair out,
A tragic mess forgetting that
Life isn't fair,
Your stupid, beautiful smile
Makes me slow down
And enjoy the ride
For awhile.
And then you leave,
Just like you always do...
And that scares me,
Tears my heart
In half,
And wears down on me.
Until I'm so close to giving up,
And breaking down,
Wondering how much water needs to fill my lungs
Before I drown,
Making a list
Inside of my head
Of the many reasons
Why it'd be easier to be dead...
I wonder if you'd come back and feel sorry,
Breathe my life right back into me.
I wonder if you'd even hear of the tragedy.
I wonder if you'd even see it as a tragedy.