Playing Our Part
Sometimes things go wrong, and that's how it's meant to happen
But let's break it down and compare our actions
It shouldn't be a competition of who broke whose heart
Because we were both playing our part
It started well, full of passion and lust
A few dates here and there, neither of us asking for much
I talked the talked, but I was backing it up
I knew I liked you from our first time of having a hug
Things developed quickly, and we grew closer
When you needed to cry, I was your shoulder
You were my crutch, when Depression pushed me to the ground
You provided the safety boat so I wouldn't drown
But you started wanting more and I was unable to give it
I just said, you don't understand depression because you haven't had to live it
I got defensive because I felt like you were attacking me
I didn't have any answers for the questions you were asking me
I began pushing you away when you wanted us to get even closer
You know about my depression, Anxiety and Bipolar
Bit you seem to think that it can be cured just like that
It hurt to push you away, because I haven't been touched like that
Every day it seemed you wanted to change me and compare us mentally
We had a lot of sex, but I also had a fear of intimacy
You said I don't give enough, I replied you expect too much
So we end up getting stuck
Our love died down, and you want to play a game of who killed it
So I've took you through the murder scene
Neither of us need to put our foot in the shoe to see if it fits
Because this was neither a nightmare or a dream
Sometimes things go wrong, and that's how it's meant to happen
But let's break it down and compare our actions
It shouldn't be a competition of who broke whose heart
Because we were both playing our part
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