a million pieces.
sometimes I wanna tell you how I feel
but then I remind myself that you just wouldn't care.
so i keep my emotions to myself
and hope that one day you'll realize on your own
how much you really hurt me.
am I bitter? no.
am I mad at you? maybe a little.
but put yourself in my shoes.
what if I led you on?
what if I made you think that
what we had was real?
how would you feel?
what if I ripped your heart out of your chest
while it was still beating?
what if I twisted your brain into thinking
that we could have been more?
how would that make you feel?
so i just keep all my emotions to myself.
i don't speak to you because I'm not over
what you did to me.
maybe I forgave you too soon.
maybe it was because I put up this front
and made you think that I was perfectly fine.
I can't help it.
I refuse to let someone see me break.
But you saw that side of me.
I warned you not to play with my heart.
i begged and I pleaded.
but you still tore my heart out of my chest
and watched as it bled across the carpet floor.
now i'm here trying to put myself back together.
but everyone knows that getting blood out of carpet
isn't an easy task.
i'm struggling.
i'm fighting.
but am I winning this fight?
maybe i'll be losing until I
gather enough courage to tell you
that you smashed my heart into a million pieces.
maybe then i'll be able to put my
heart back together.
all one million pieces.












