It's been seven whole days since we've split, I just need to shut my eyes and relax. The relationship we've been building has been critically hit, Mellowly moving through my relapse.
Friends still do the stuff we did, right? They still hug, and hold, and say sweet nothings. They get intimate when there's benefits, despite how my subconscious screams while doing those things.
'I love you' rolling off my tongue is foreign now, My heart is sincere; my mind feels otherwise. I can't take all the pain and how, You still wish to call me baby while I wish to steer clear from your eyes.
It's not right being friends and acting like lovers, I wish to be over you, but I'm not at all. I just want to hide under the covers, and let time pass by as I bawl.