We both know, that this is only a matter of time before you cut open again the wound that I've been forever stitching with loads of tears, hopes, and broken dreams. And we both know, or at least I know, when that time comes, you're not gonna do it quick like pulling out a band-aid.
No.
It'll be slow. So slow, so smooth I almost don't realize your hands already dancing on it until the first drop of blood streaming down my skin.
Therefore, I'm giving you permission now, if you're gonna break me again, just do it quick. You're still hurting me one way or another. So go ahead, just do it. Now or later it's all the same.
Neither of us wants to give up, and this thing doesn't seem to go anywhere but stuck. It's rotting us from the inside, leaving nothing but two tired souls.
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