How come you make me happy one minute and less the next?
Shoving doubt and despair a side saying it’ll all be okay
Trying to make myself, my mind, body and soul
Remember the moments, good ones we shared
‘We could’ve shared more’ being my salvation
How come it feels like a empty one?
I made a promise to break a habit of mine that I’m not too fund of
Committing something to someone thinking at the time that it’s
Purely of good faith
To later on find myself looking straight at the cracks emerging and torring a part
The fundamentals of my heart
The parts I had in mind for you – for the future us
I was committing to give it a try – a final one – still fully committed to it
I know it wasn’t an impulsive act even do it sometimes feels like it
But.. If I fully commit to this than why am I now doubting?
Hoping the words that came out of your mouth was true
‘If it ends for some reason and you let me know why – I’m sure that we will be find’
The naive part of me gives in and consolidates the other ‘me’ with words like:
‘We’ll still be good friends you’ll see – everything will work out eventually’
When this is.. I guess we both will have to patiently sit down
& wait and see..