Walk the empty halls where our pictures use to hang
Sit in empty rooms where I used to call your name
Now silence echos back to me
Laughing should I feel free
I don’t know who you are anymore
I’m not sure you ever existed
Anywhere but my head and my heart
And that’s what keeps tearing me apart
Did I make you up so I wouldn’t feel alone
Write you in a song so I’d finally feel at home
Always better in my dreams
Now I’m picking at the seams
I don’t know who you are anymore
I’m not sure you ever existed
Anywhere but my head and my heart
And that’s what keeps tearing me apart
And the worst of it is maybe I wrote my own role
Barefoot and pregnant sweeping up the kitchen floor
Played the perfect part but never gave it my all
Still searching in this mirror for the girl I was before
I don’t know who she is anymore
I’m not sure she ever existed
Anywhere but a broken heart
And that’s what keeps tearing me apart
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