My Chance
Not talking to you gets easier everyday
Like a scar fading away
And the memory of you
Is better than talking to you, yourself
I've chained you up
Put you on a shelf
I don't feel anything
Is that good?
This numbness gives me more peace than you ever could
I don't want you anymore
Is that understood?
Gave you too many chances than I should
You were never good for me
I was blind then
But now I see
Now I have MY chance
My chance to be free
Copyright © Caleah Buil | Year Posted 2014
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