struggle,hurt,kills

It’s a struggle to not grab a match and burn my skin
it’s a struggle to not drink that wine just sitting in the fridge
it’s a struggle to fall asleep because I know once I drift off your face and our memories is all I will see

it hurts to know a love like ours and not wake up to it,
it hurts to reread those texts and know you care but I won’t hear from you till whenever
it hurts to see you for a few hours and then you’ll leave and I won’t know if I’ll be able to kiss and hold you again god

it kills to know your right down the street yet your too busy for me
it kills to know you love me and yet I’m not yours
it kills me completely to know our love is real but “us” doesn’t exist

yes I repeated myself you love me this love is real
yet there is no us, we aren’t together
and it makes me struggle, hurt, and kills