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You know I’m scared, but it’s okay.
This will all just fade away,
You’re breaking up, I’m breaking down.
Tell me you will be around.
I hate this, pass the gun.
You can’t tell me that I’m wrong.
I blame me and you blame you.
And this hatred’s fit for two.
You’re being brave, and fighting back,
I just cry for all I lack.
Not in the middle, or a side,
I can’t even say I tried.
You’re getting hurt, and still don’t care,
and now I hate that I’m not there.
What can I say, to pull you back,
it’s my fault and not my last.
He can hurt me, you as well.
Making our lives dying hell.
You say you’re fine, and it’s okay.
But I can’t trust you anyway.
You’re too kind, and such a jerk,
and now I’m choking on my words.
You’ll get hurt, all from him,
it might as well just be my fist.
I am cursed, by this plague,
emotional is not my strength.
I am weak, and unsure,
dying slowly for a cure.
You’re the gun, at my head,
and he’s the trigger,
take my pain.