finally letting go

i’ve sat around for 8 months, having a pity party for one

wondering when you’d show your soft side again and want to hold me

you were too afraid to tell me you were done for good

so instead, you lead me on

instead, you gave me every intention to think we would soon be one like we once were

instead of telling me, instead of confessing how you really felt

you kept me along with a rope around my waist

until your new girl had to be the one to let me go, not you.

you were too afraid to break my heart

little did you know, you’ve broken it before