My Wounds And I

I wouldn't talk if I were you. You should have known I would have known you'd break your vow. I know you really want to prove me wrong, that you belong I should believe somehow.

I do believe that you must leave so I forgive I gave my fears, my trusts away. And I can tell you when you're gone I really wish it didn't have to end this way.

You're right in time to see me at my worse you can see me.
I'm gone and feel like screaming, there's not much you can do.

'Cause my wounds and I, we could heal in a world where we'd never kissed, yet for now, I must ward those pretenses off.

I never asked for anything. Or did I so? Maybe I did but then I had to cringe. And I arranged the strangest talk, but when you walked into the room it was all doomed and I presumed you knew it all about the calling and you falling for it, when it happened all this morning and I never had to mention I was just spreading out my intentions -false, you mentioned- And you were up for a truce, some excuse! no can do!

You're a tad too late to tell me, hours far from explaining. You're gone from my projections. I'll try to do my best.

But my wounds and I, we could heal in a world where we never kissed yet for now I must ward those pretenses off.

My wounds and I we could heal in a world where we never kissed yet for now I must ward those pretenses -I cannot pretend that my wounds and I, we could heal in a world where we never kissed- Yet for now, living wounded it's hard enough.