Verse 1
Hi, can we talk? It's me yet again
Came around once more, learning how to be a friend
Remember how you said you just wanted to be heard?
Well, weeks go by, I sit overthinking every word
Talking to myself, going over every fight
Wondering how something beautiful, couldn't go right
It kills me every day, the pain flows through every vein
Some days I'm so sick that all my energy gets drained
I've been tryna seep the poison you planted in my lips
Tryna bleed out your touch indented on my fingertips
Did I tell you? My thoughts have been invaded
I'm looking to color over the picture you so vividly had painted
No point getting faded-
Just makes me reminisce on the life we had created and I hate it
Cause maybe if we had waited and healed from prior hatred
Our love could've been sacred
But who knows? Maybe the end is what was truly fated

Hook
You've been gone away now too long
Writing and writing for what feels like (100 days)
It was real for me till the end
But all my words all got turned to (1,000 lies)
It's okay, it's okay, I'll be okay-don't worry bout a thing
You were everything I knew, I guess now we're really through
(But all the miles that separate)
They're starting to close like the wounds that were exposed
Verse 2
Who would've known that this is how it'd go?
As in love as we were, we still needed space to grow and I know
We both truly cared but sometimes it didn't show
We tried to take it slow
But yet, every hour in love somehow overpowered all the things we didn't know
Both had stitches left to sew, so it goes
Became quite clear that we shared the same fear-
Losing each other to another, man, the ego is severe
Go figure-the love was not enough, we denied it too much
Plus my past had you stuck, so you asked to discuss
You got mad as I laughed in disgust at the fact that there wasn't any trust
How could it be?
My history isn't me but you could never see
You wanted to be free and here I am
Across all the oceans that I swam, it's a given
These words touch the page and all I see is you, written

Hook
You've been gone away now too long
Writing and writing for what feels like (100 days)
It was real for me till the end
But all my words all got turned to (1,000 lies)
It's okay, it's okay, I'll be okay-don't worry bout a thing
You were everything I knew, I guess now we're really through
(But all the miles that separate)
They're starting to close like the wounds that were exposed