I live half in secret.
The past and the present
are both running laps around me.
And I know what I mean, but
no matter the words,
still don't think anyone believes me.
I'm still scared of what happened.
Know it doesn't matter
to nobody else but me.
I can't break the pattern,
'cause if I break, then I shatter,
and nobody feels that like me.
Like me.
I'm a whole other half
of a girl torn in half.
I'm a front-page epigraph.
I'll scream just to choke,
and I'll dream just to know
when I wake,
I will face the same mistakes.
I'm still scared of what happened.
Know it doesn't matter
to nobody else but me.
I can't break the pattern,
'cause if I break, then I shatter,
and nobody feels that like me.
I still flinch at what happened
and beg it to matter
to somebody else but me.
Could you try to imagine?
Phantom-pain feel the dagger
of a wound nobody has but me?
Am I the only one locking doors?
Falling to hardwood floors?
Wishing I was never yours?
Are you keeping score?
Been cut right to the core?
Am I something you can just ignore?
We both know what happened.
You say it don't matter
to nobody else but me.
You're not caught in your pattern.
Never broke, never shattered.
But I wish you could feel that like me.
I wish you could feel it.
I wish you could feel it.
I wish you could feel it like me.
I'm still scared of what happened.
Still scared of what happened.
Still scared of what happened to me.
To me.
'What Happened' - 07/09/23
A wound nobody has but me.
ESTÁ A LER
Songs About Merion Station
Poesia❝ It's been two, long years, but I wouldn't know it. And the dark of what happened remains unspoken, and I know it doesn't matter to anyone, like you were hoping. ❞ Merion Station, Pennsylvania, United States of America.
