Just another face.
Another face, that's all I was to you from the very beginning.
Now I feel out of place.
Oh, but it's all grown to be the same to me.
And it's never ending.
But how?
How am I to blame for this
when I'm lost in the sound
of your cracking voice
telling me that you're done?
There's no more love.
I'm so far gone.
I've held my tongue for far too fucking long.
But what's done is done.
There's no more love.
Fuck it.
My skin no longer craves your touch.
but I'm still stuck.
and I know that you see right through me.
I'm stuck with all of these,
All of these thoughts growing in the back of my mind.
I'm still wondering, why?
I'm left wondering, why?
why I held my tongue for far too long.