3, 6, 9
People shun lies, say they’re evil
But they’re the same people who can’t speak the truth
They talk and they talk, not ever knowing who they are
Or what they’re doing.
Fake people, masks that are plastered on so tight you can’t take them off if you try
I’m not quite sure they can take them off, either.
And then you meet them
The person who you don’t even have to wear a veil around
You’re completely yourself
No need to be anyone else because they accept you
They will always accept you
Their love is unconditional
Until it’s not.
There was one condition I didn’t account for
And now I’m stuck questioning everything
Brick by brick, the walls around my heart form
The plaster in between hardening faster than you can try to stop it
The masks pile on in threes, six, nine, too many
I don’t know what to do
People are asking me what’s wrong
Why I’ve changed
They don’t know what happened.
They weren’t there when my heart shattered
I wish he would have said more than he did
We spoke a moment, a few exchanged words
His sounded hollow, unimportant
I tried to convince him to take me back
To remind him who I really am
To tell him I could change…
But instead he just stood there
He stared in shock
Like he couldn’t believe this was me
Even though he _knew _it was me
Didn’t he know that all along?
I didn’t hide myself.
He started to walk away and I wanted to do anything to make him stay but instead all I could say was:
“Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts even more.”
He turns around
I think I won him back
But all I see is an expressionless face
One hurt and destroyed
Probably mirroring mine
And he whispers,
“Goodbye, my love.”