you said you didn't notice me. i said to myself i shouldn't go. you said i didn't seem that weird. (after all these years) but in me i felt you said that just because you hate silence. why do you have to push yourself? this wound is more an infection, that seems becoming a hole. all this has got a hold on me and dragges me to where i'm losing my mind. this wound is more an infection, that seems becoming a hole. instead of a progress, you seem to have lost me. i gave you a mixtape, you gave me a scar. staring, i'm staring down at my feet. don't even dare to raise my head. one look from your eyes and i just don't know what to say. and i know you hate that. so i leave my body right there, walking backwards in my footsteps. and i watch our mouths take part in some pointless discussion. (choking on my words) even if i were to be honest with you now, even if i were enable to tell lies i keep my hopes to myself, i've never said that i wished for anything more than this. i keep my hopes to myself , i've never said that i wished for anything more than this. watching you. go, away from me.