I wanted to fix myself.
But how can I do that when you’re not around?
You said you want things to be okay.
But do all these seems alright to you?
You said it’ll all be better if you go away.
You said you’ll be fine if you stop hurting someone.
Can I ask you something?
Aren’t you hurting me?
Do I look fine with all these scars caused by the pain you give me?
You’re too busy fixing somebody else, forgetting that I’m the one who’s now getting broken.
I know it’s all up to me.
But can you not wait a little more?
Can’t you stay a little longer?
Can’t you be mine anymore?
