Talk to me

Its hard to talk to someone

You fear of losing

And want to keep

Like it was easier when

I knew you would leave

And now its different

Because you should

I feel like its easier to talk to the wall

The phone

Trevor

The demon

And it gets harder and harder

For me to tell you

I am a mess

I cant do this

Bleed

I feel like

We tell each other

Things we dont mean than 

Those we do.

I feel like

We have to fight each other 

More than

Fight for one another

And I feel like

We know the problem

But dont know how 

To back pedal

And start over

And connect again

This love

We promise

Is merely held

By a string

If we cut

We lose each other

If we hold

We bleed trying

We bleed trying.