The way

The way you make me feel sometimes. To crawl in a hole. By the things you do. You make me want to put the brake on you because you hide behind something that will break us. But I know there is love behind that. That's why I hold on. Sometimes I get tired of holding on. Because you don't see what I see. Or you do. You don't want to say it or show it. You say I hide behind my words. My words are me le speaking out. Because no one hears me. So I write words down. My words are everything too. You are the one who doesn't stand by your words. You stand by that one thing you won't give up. I don't know that one thing that will break is love. You will stand alone when you fall. I will rise alone. Don't let our love pass by because you choose something that will cause you pain. You make me feel alone. You say you are here. But you are in a different world. It had you trapped. But you are scared of the pain. What happened to my pain? Does it matter? You act like my feelings don't matter. My feeling should come first. You won't let go. I am holding on to our love. Maybe I should let go. To see how you will feel. If I walk alone. Just like how I feel every night. When I wake up, and you are not here to hold me. So I hold o