Everything is empty
Winding roads seems never ending
and your voice seems to haunt me
When I sleep

your memory is plastered
Into every fiber of my veins
And I can feel
Your fingers running through my hair

I was finally getting used
To your closeness and façade
The one that deemed I was allowed to be myself

But I obviously wasn’t good enough
Could have guessed that long ago
It just took you a while
To figure it out for yourself

And now I’m left crying
To my own shame and despising
The fact that you had that effect on me

I hate showing my emotions
Confided my secrets and devotions
In you, and I bet your telling yourself
I was a waste of time

I guess I can’t really blame you
I’d blame myself
I guess not being good enough for you was my crime

and while you might have been the first to say I love you
you were also the first to say good bye
But somehow still I wish I was with you