I knew what you were going to say, before the words, they even left you lips. You had your hair in a bun, and your hand, they were on your hips.
I had already started packing before you had to say it. Decided to save myself the embarrassment and leave, before the storm hit.
She says that I am not the man I used to be, I take a backseat, to anything and everything and all of those around me. For those who care, for those who love, who used to be a friend. She hopes that someday I will be a better man.
After all these short talks, emptiness and long walks. Sadness grabbed ahold of me and squeezed the life right out of me. What replaced it is something that I can not describe. Something that's so powerful, let meaningless inside.
I spent all my time placing the bricks of our relationship, only to watch them crumble at the first sign of a tidal shift. He came out of nowhere and stole what I worked so hard for. Will I ever find myself or will I just sink?
Watch as the waves crash on top of me. Pull me underwater, prevent me to breath.
The storm is coming, the storm is coming, the storm is coming in, and I can't swim.