It's not you, it's me.

Theres a saying that goes "we were a perfect match, perhaps that's why we burnt out" and it couldn't hold anymore truth.

I'm sorry we're dying, I'm sorry I don't know what to do

No doubt in my mind that I'm a better me because of you
I'd still kill for you, I'd still give an arm for you....oh what would I do without you

But I don't love myself...maybe that's where I need to start. I'm forgetting how to love, need to exercise the heart

Muscle memory is failing me here, my heart only beating with hate poisoned blood...what ever happened to the love?

I don't know how you can still hold on or why, it's no secret that my burning love has dried.

I don't show you the love you deserve,
I feel so crippled inside.
I need a jumpstart before I run and hide.

I know I have such potential, and we do too but I can't help but feel ashamed;

I can't love you like I should because you're a part of me...and I don't even know where to begin to love myself.

I'm still broken, you know, but all the pieces are there. I'm Humpty Dumpty and you, the horses men...but this time it'll be I to search for a plan.

I'm creator of these stone walls, now it's up to me to repair, I'll need the missing pieces, give them up if you dare.