There is always so much I want to say, but strangely I can't seem to find the words
I've lived a lot of my life in eagerness
And more in regret
Regret for not taking chances, but then taking one too many
Regret for thinking too much, not feeling enough, and wasting love
I let it slip
right between my fingers
and now looking at my fingers I can only think how with these hands i could have loved so much more passionately
I'm divided
they're not voices
they're two of me
a way i want to live and the way i believe i should live
this is how i saw myself
i painted a portrait for myself
and I'm living it
don't i look lovely?
tell me i'm pretty
why don't you see me that way anymore
am i not everything i wanted?
maybe I let me slip
maybe there was never a love so passionate to waste
it was all
make believe
