ill let him go.
ill let him go.
please dont remind me.
itll make me cry.
im afriad that once letting go hell pull too much.
or ill push too hard.
i need a boy.
thats my type.
his words will be soft.
his touch never cruel.
hell take me and want me as i am.
but dont call that love theyll say.
theyll say hes holding me back.
hold me back from the once me.
the me that was never shy.
always happy.
he has torn me apart on the inside.
nowadays no one speaks to me.
when they call they say speak to me bones.
they say the land of talk is one where the time is beyond us.
but is this time beyond our land of bones in which we talk of boys.
treating us like princesses.
is it beyond our reach.
i need a boy that can save me from my mind.
it slowly caves in as i let slip the boy that was right for me.