If I could write a song or paint a picture...
What would I say, what would it show...
And would it matter at all?
The sound of lies, I should have recognized.
I should not twist this knife in my heart.
But what can I do, and what can I say?
When every beat reminds me of you.
It hurts how clearly I remember,
Your cologne on my skin.
Breathing quiet in the dark,
Just to better hear your heart.
And oh god, the sound of lies.
How dare you promise me forever, and then cast me aside.
Do I matter so little?