Talk is cheap.
You can make a million and one promises single handedly and break them all in less than an instant.
Who do you really trust? And whose words do you take as a whole?
I give up on feeling angry. If it would change things, I would. Unfortunately for me, it doesn't. You think that after all those times, you'd become immune to it but once it hits you again, you succumb to human weakness and everything leaks out.
I give up on pointing fingers. I've had my fair share of warnings. Now it hits me back. Pfft genius I am, aren't I?
I just wish there was a mechanism built for brain washing. Why? So I can wash my mind clear of everything I've been through. Bitter or sweet, it's barely worth anything now. I cringe in pain at the thought of all of it. I wish I won't hold on to any of it anymore.
I'm trying not to think about you,
Should have known you'd bring me heart ache.
Should have known you'd bring me heart ache.