Her, the main reason I overthink
She can hurt me before I even blink
Memories of my past haunt me
To what do I owe her beautiful smile
I cry most when can’t see
I’ve no memory of someone like her
I only met her months ago
I think I became attatched
And at a terrifying rate.
This is too coincidental to call fate
It seems to me that something isn’t clear
She brings him up without any warning
And yet she had no fear
To tell me she loved me in the morning.
What is truth, without a lie?
What is a game without people?
Could this all be true, but she’s keeping something from me?
Or could this all be a game I played myself into?..
What should I do...
I don’t ever want to hurt again...
I’m so terrified, yet so calm
And still, I feel like she’s the queen
And i’m her pawn...