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The first time i saw you and said you were perfect

i should have stopped right there and realized it wasn't worth it

to chase after a mirage; like trying to chase a cloud in the sky

i should have never pursued you with everything i had

becasue perfection is a lie

with a knife you thrust harder and harder into my chest

at the time you thought this would be for the best

i tried to warn you not to dig too deep

becasue you might not like what you see

you'll find the room in my heart that you left completely empty

with the very last words written on the walls that you said to me

i'm finally starting to realize

that maybe that room was never meant for you

i used to think you were the perfect fit

but we can tell that's not the case by considering the exit wound

i just want to cut off my head and watch it roll out of sight

and take the memories of you and i with it

i think then and only then i'll be alright

then those recollections will be unable to reach my heart

no longer can they weigh my chest down and tear me apart

and with a headless body and a weightless heart

i see now i had this all summed up from the start

climbing this hill was the only thing on my mind

just you and me 

and everything else was pushed to the side

just a few steps from the top

you reached out your hand to help me summit

but instead of pulling me up

you kicked me over the edge and watched me plummet

all the way to the ground

and now i'm back where i started

the farthest thing from being safe and sound