• How do I know
    that you love me?
    Should I trust you
    just because you say so?
    How do you know
    you can promise yourself
    away to me?
    Just because you can?
    How do you know
    it will be alright?
    Just because I still live?

    But I don't.
    I'm breathing
    without living.
    Loving
    without knowing.
    Falling
    without trusting.

    All because
    I messed up once.
    It ruined
    our perfect puzzle.
    Our master peice,'
    we put together,
    one peice at a time.
    Slowly carefully.
    And I wrecked it.

    It won't go back together.
    We're missing peices,
    half of me.
    Once it's broken
    it won't fix,
    so why are you still trying?
    Why do you still say
    all the stuff that can't be true?

    It's funny,
    because I cry.
    When I think
    of how it could've been,
    If I hadn't broken.
    But it's still breaking,
    because you put it together.
    Two peices at a time,
    and I take four.
    I don't know why,
    I guess I'm still breaking.
    We're breaking.
    But we try to force it back together.
    Why?
    Just Why?