I wish I could write without him on my mind.
Before he controlled my memories and made me forget my weaknesses.
I wish I could write without having to think,
How it used to be before I was in love,
Before I let him get inside my walls.
I wish I could write my sadness Away without having to stop.

She a broken book,
Pages falling out everywhere.
No one takes the time to help put her back together.
She's a broken book,
Hoping to be given one more chance.

I held my breath in my own house,
Hoping not to be heard.
I closed my eyes to escape to another land far away.
I held back my voice,
afraid to say the wrong words.
I turn the music up to block the yelling coming through the walls.
Some things never change.

Young love, they say,
Remember the moments of their past as they look at us.
Telling us to be careful and to enjoy every second.
Young love,
Used as an insult to make sure we know our place.
That our love is nothing more than new compared to those around ours.
Young love, they say as I walk by.
I smile, knowing that this young love will turn old one day.

He's scared of letting go,
She helped him believe again.
She didn't have a family,
He became her missing piece.

He says his love just faded,
Was it ever there to start?
He uses his mouth like a gun and words as bullets hoping for damage.
She does the same blaming the empty bottle
Both forgetting what was said in the morning, While it stays with me for years.

I loved her away,
gave too much and no not enough space.
Wanted her the most when that was the thing holding her back.
I loved her away,
By not knowing how to love myself first.
I loved her away,
By wishing for something that neither of us was ready to give.
I loved her away, like loving wasn’t creating a distance between each other