The want for “normalcy” pounds from inside my chest.
I give you my best.
Once again I am offered less.
If I give my all, how can you let me down like the rest.
I have felt like a Queen with you.
I replay all the memories, not just a few.
What am I supposed to do?
Every other week you say we’re through.
Love or let die?
Atleast you got one thing right.
In all this darkness, you know how to be a light.
I wanted you to prove me wrong, I’m not gonna lie.
What’s done is done.
I just always wanted you to be the one.
Smile and have fun.
I’ll be fine, I have my son.