The Words

And so the story goes... Here we met. You were funny and I laughed. You were sensitive and I prodded. You chased and I ran. But I was sad because-- No, if I say the words, they're true. Here we loved. In your arms I saw safety. In your words I saw security. In your eyes I saw eternity. Still, I was afraid to be loved because-- No, if I say the words, we're over. Here we fought. You spend all your time apologizing. I spend all my time saying it doesn't matter. But it does. You're hurting me and I'm hating you And you'd understand if I just said-- No, if I say the words, you'll leave. Here we parted. I let you go and you hate me. You brush me off and I cry and hurt and die. You say you'll never forgive me but If I told you-- No, if I say the words, you'll hurt. Here we ended. You've written me off. Filed me away. Sealed the room. I still dream of you. Wish for you. Wait for you. I'm the one who broke your heart. You're the one who owns mine. And sometimes... just sometimes I imagine you. I imagine you holding me as I sob and I scream and I live the words. I'm dying.