Ever sit down and just think to yourself?
Waiting for an end to come?
Something so important once you now have to find a way to let go
Holding on to what you can no longer comprehend
Looking on about before, convincing yourself "it just wasn't meant to last"
Forgotten things I've said to you
Only having things say at me scourge at my brain
Putting up walls only because it's hard to trust anyone with the real truth
Everything out of my control
Just drifting to the side yet you're the subject
Watching the adults scream and curse out loud
Yet what really matters is never really said, it just stays in my head
Thought I had it all mapped out for you and me
But I guess I was wrong again
I hold onto something that I wish could be true, but it's obvious it won't be that way
I'm having to pick up my pieces by myself
Don't know where to begin after the end
Isn't the hardest part of ending...starting again?