We scream, our voices icy cold,
our dreams begin to fade.
You think your taunting
is a fair card, waiting to be played.
You speak fast,
spitting out the truth.
I lean back-
I've never seen this side of you.

You were wrong, you know.
I'm nothing like him.
I didn't use you as a playground
to commit all my sins.
I did love you,
I might still, now.
But you said you hate me.
No turning back, now.

You ask why I can't trust you.
Do you not understand
what damage was done?
You ask why I can't tell you anything.
I can't imagine losing it all,
all over again.
You ask why I sometimes can't touch you.
I hate the feeling of fingers
on my skin.
You ask why I never sing.
I stopped when my happiness
stopped inspiring me.

I wish I was different,
but you have to know.
It's not all my fault,
he planted the seed of sadness and
commanded it to grow.
I miss you already,
I've made a mistake.
Or maybe I've just
been messing with fate.