Three years have past,
but the memories last.
What I'd do to go back in time, and erase the fraction that haunts my mind.
It's every reason I can't get attached,
Why even bother if nothing lasts?
Its every reason I close myself in,
Hiding behind the walls of past sins.
Its every reason I close myself off,
Hiding from the voices that sound so soft.
It's every reason I close myself from,
why end a story that just begun?
It's every reason I hold myself back,
why give my all when its all I lack?
I push away the ones that care,
knowing deep down, its not very fair.
I push away the ones that matter,
leaving myself a great deal sadder.
I push and I push, til there's nothing there,
But empty space and lots of air.
It doesn't make sense,
and it doesn't seem right,
but what else can I do when I can't sleep at night?
The memories haunt me of getting too close,
but its the goodbye that haunts me the most.
Goodbyes aren't simple; they tear you in two.
So I'd rather push you away,
then be hurt by you.