Listening to: Muse – Undisclosed Desires.
Pretty Words.
You don’t want me, yet you play with me. You hold me up with those pretty words, only to watch me fall again. I’m falling again. I’m falling for you again.
I don’t want you anymore.
But I want you.
I want you to leave me alone.
Why am I crying like this? It feels meaningless. The tears are empty. But, the pain burns as though it’s real. I’m crying over something that never even was.
I try to hold it in. I try to suppress these feelings.
I don’t close my eyes; I try to push back the tears. But, they overflow, anyway. The hot streams run down my face and slide down my neck. Then, the cool breeze blows past and makes the droplets icy cold.
I give up and slump against the wall, unmoving. The silent crying continues.
And I decide for myself. I won’t cry for you a minute longer.
I decide that I will erase you. Erase you from my life. So, I won’t cry. So, I won’t get tempted.
Finally, as I am about to let you go, there you are. You pop back into my life again with an innocent smile. Of course you smile. You don’t know what you’ve done.
So, like the fool I am, I make up a lie about my odd behaviour and my tearstained eyes. And I fall right back into your trap again. I fall again. To those pretty words of yours.
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