waiting on me

you say you'll wait, no rush, no race, we'll move at your own pace trying your best to love me whilist giving me my own space will tear you down eventually, making you regret your every phrase I promise you it won't last long, it's just a temporary phase one you'll grow out of as you live out your days no one ever really stays, I'm used to the way this whole game plays you'll sell me a dream and shower me with praise bombard me with all the words I've ever craved then one day I'll wake up stuck in a maze hoping and praying I'll be saved by the same person who had me enslaved I'm not ready to feel that pain again your words sound sweet, but they still sting im starting to get tired of hearing the same thing I want to trust your words, I really do but I'm not just scared I'm weary too I've been broken in places you'll never see carrying scars that won't let me be