Inside she's screaming: "I never meant to hurt you".
Confusion sets in; where's a little oblivion when you need it?
The clock ticks away seconds of my life that I'll never get back.
The rhythm of my heart tries to keep up with every second hand tick
but I've neglected to breathe for the seventh time today,
and I find myself completely shutting down.
Gasping for air, I'll reach for your hand;
this time I question weather or not it will be there.
A question that could break my heart, the way I know I've broken yours.
Catching my breath as I hit the pavement, along side the pieces of my heart.
You weren't there to catch me this time; and I don't blame you.
Maybe forever is too long to wait for something perfect.
Shoe-box-memories are all I have left of you.
Movie stubs and post-it notes;
little drawings and a torn out page from a coloring book,
colored better then I ever could.
Underneath it reads: "I love you more then you'll ever know".
At the bottom of the box lies a single polaroid of you...
It turns the brightest shade of green when it burns.