An End, Squared.

There must be more to life than love.

There must be more to love than hate.

 

He’d never really walk through Hell,

She told me twice not to call.

I am a rope,

Stuck between two ends,

I cannot tell where it begins,

Or if it began at all.

I lose myself in lyrics,

Drowning my own

But luckily they swim,

Though I can’t quite say the same

For others in my life,

Or rather what it used to be.

I am picking fights

Without choosing that

Which is important to me.

I am losing.

I have lost myself in your embrace,

And I’d like it if you’d let go,

But I’d hate to have to

Pull out the superglue,

‘Cause after the last one,

The pieces of my heart

Don’t quite fit together.

It’s killing me to hurt you.

It’s killing me to forget you.

But there’s some things that

This girl simply just has to do.