It's been a long day and I'm trying to figure it out
The way those words left your mouth
I feel broken, shattered, and blue
And it's all because of you
And I'm trying, trying to figure it out
If this is love
Why does it break me down?
Why do you break me down?
If this is love
Why does it break me down?
Why do you break me down?
It's been a long time since I felt the way that I do now
Like I need you, but I don't know how
It's been a while since I smiled
And I meant it from my heart
But the idea of leaving this behind
It tears me apart
If this is love
Why does it break me down?
Why do you break me down?
If this is love
Why does it break me down?
Why do you break me down?
Kiss me now and remind me why
I ever wanted to make you mine
And even though it hurts in this moment
I've always known it
You're the other half of my broken heart
If this is love
Why does it break me down?
Why do you break me down?
If this is love
Why does it break me down?
Why do you break me down?
- Ruth B.
It's scary. I'm trying to convince myself that I want everything to go back to where they used to be. It felt okay to always know what would come next. I felt safe knowing where the finish line was. But someone moved that finish line out of my reach. And now I don't know what to do. Or maybe I know what I want to do, I'm just making excuses because I'm afraid that things could go wrong if i lean towards what I want. Why would someone make Murphy's Law such a famous philosophy anyway? I'm not just scared that something could go wrong, because at some point, some things really does fall apart. There's no such thing as a complete self, we are all made of broken parts. What I'm really scared of is that all of it, not just pieces and bits, but everything that it is, would end up breaking in the end. I'm scared that when it ends, I won't have anything left to start with again, not even a smal broken bit. What would I become then? If you've been broken over and over, there will come a point when there is no more of you to break.
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