No I don’t blame you, and no I don’t hate you but it still hurts like hell. And I, I still need you, but I’ll let go if you do. I’ll let go if you do.
You’ll walk the streets of New York with nothing on your mind while I’m stuck inside my four white walls with you still on my mind.
You’re too busy to love, to busy to care, to busy to have around. And I know you had enough, and I know you are aware of the damages you’ve done. But I told you to open your heart, and I swore that I wasn’t my mistakes. And you said “I love us” in your car, when we were driving back from Montclair State. And so we loved with an open mind, I was the constant in your life. And I’ll be the constant you pushed away. But lovers will grow up, grow apart, and change.
I’ll, I’ll never curse you. I never wanted to hurt you, but if I did, I’m sorry for my broken promises. And you, you know I still love you, I can’t say that you do. But please say that you do.
And I’ll bury all my gifts for you and sink them in the Hudson. I’ll cut my tongue, and I’ll split my head, and empty it till there’s nothing left. No memories of you; the golden sun that I once knew, who burned too bright and blinded eyes with beauty and a one-track mind.