More than anything
But I won't feed on crumbs anymore
I was never angry at you
As much as I wanted to
Bc your actions and your words don't match and instead of opening up you just keep quiet
But I hate myself for waiting and hoping things will go back to how they were
More than anything
But I won't feed on crumbs anymore
I was never angry at you
As much as I wanted to
Bc your actions and your words don't match and instead of opening up you just keep quiet
But I hate myself for waiting and hoping things will go back to how they were
I thought you hated me but you don't look at me like you do
If I try to reach out, you don't seem to like it
If I keep it to myself, you look at me like you're waiting
What the fuck do I do then??
I thought you hated me but you don't look at me like you do
If I try to reach out, you don't seem to like it
If I keep it to myself, you look at me like you're waiting
What the fuck do I do then??
But it's so maddening when our eyes meet and I feel the weight of something left unsaid
A ghost of words that lingers in the few seconds we look at each other
Why?
Why do you look at me like that?
Like you're studying my expressions, like you're waiting for something
But it's so maddening when our eyes meet and I feel the weight of something left unsaid
A ghost of words that lingers in the few seconds we look at each other
Why?
Why do you look at me like that?
Like you're studying my expressions, like you're waiting for something
It feels like we are waiting for someone to reach out at the same time we want to be left alone
Wanting to be friends again meanwhile building a wall
It feels like we are waiting for someone to reach out at the same time we want to be left alone
Wanting to be friends again meanwhile building a wall