I hate the way I miss you
There's this hole in my chest and it drives me insane
I think the worst part is knowing you don't feel the same
Even if you did, I'm like some scared little kid
Insecure and unsure and it makes me sad to wish you did
I lie to myself and then I tell the truth
Confessions aren't easy when they get the best of you
I've made so many mistakes in my life
I step back and observe, thinking what if, what if?
I said I was done writing about you
I guess even truth seekers have to lie too
This is the only out I have
© mistybby