I hate this feeling
Guilt and shame and longing
It knocks me to the ground
And leaves me gasping for breath
I can't see straight
My eyes blur and my head spins
And I flicker on and off
But I want you to know that
This is my fault
It's my fault we got where we are
And things aren't going to be better
I'm really sorry, I am.
But some brokens can't be fixed
But I would be ok with being broken if I was still broken with you
Because being broken like this is more than my heart can take
And you know,
I wasn't raised to do this without you
You left me with nothing but ashes and scars
And I've spent a long time being here on my own
Come pick me up now, I want to come home.
I guess this is growing up.