Weather’s Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

A year spent tied down to the shackles that kept me restrained from getting the most from my life. But this feeling of discontent is where I find my comfort. Easy to accept, when pain is consistent. Love is struggle, when you hand your heart to a closed hand.. 12 months wasted, I still don’t understand. All I ever gave you was all I ever had. And open arms just to fall back on, still you were nothing but a broken promise. Tell me when your idea of forever turned into I’ll never have your heart. What’s left when all I have to give isn’t good enough? Without your voice here, December is colder. I’m done, waiting a fucking round. I’m done, for you to come back around. Don’t want to see your face ever again. All I have left to give you is a page scratched with angst. So now I’m left asking, did you ever even care? I’m so sick of feeling let down, every time you weren’t there. And now I fucking wonder, would anything have changed your mind? Just help me find an answer and I’ll stop wasting all your time