Moving On
Everyday I tell myself this will get easy, I just need to get back to myself, Reopen the boxes of myself I thought I didn't need to feel complete, But how do you do that? How do I reassemble the pieces that you left with me with my own? At least we're friends, right? Yeah, at least we still get to talk, At least I can see you be happy Maybe even happier with someone else, Everyday I tell myself this will get easy, But I fucking lie to myself, I'm scared, I'm so afraid that the emptiness without you will never go away, Those screams of waking up without you being there, It haunts me, It hurts..... I miss you... Then in the morning you'would call, You didn't sleep too well, I'd tell you things will get easier, Id rather comfort you with a lie than hurt you with the truth. I always lie to you, don't I ?? Everyday I tell myself things will get easier. C.M.