I never thought it’d come to this
but now I’ve lost my happiness.
I feel like I know nothing-
thats the thing-
you’ve left a stain.
I’m crying, but not tears of pain,
they’re tears of confusion
and knowing that it’s you I'm losing.
Why does neither story sound right?
I’m going back and forth, and I might
explode from leaning on this see-saw,
What I see, what she saw,
What I know,
What I don’t,
It all seems the same to me.
What I wanted us to be
Is all in question-
And did I mention,
I can’t live normally?
Was all you said a lie?
Will what we have begin to die?
Or can I live in peace and not in pieces,
knowing that I’m safe with Jesus?
I can’t help but fight for this,
deep in my apocalypse.