damn those second chances | May 18, 2025 (11:23 AM) |

that just means more.

but that shouldn't make me any different.

familiarity makes you mistreat me.

i'm not different, you just know my thing.

does she mean more?

removed me from every corner of your life.

had to beg for that from our previous tie.

you can, i knew you can,

but not when it comes to my side.

i shouldn't have to change,

i shouldn't have to cry.

you should want to change,

not tell me we'll be fine.

for two years, we were glued,

in a month, she was your life.

i wonder if you're lying..

when you said we'll try again this time.

never would've asked you to choose,

in the first place, it should've been me.

there's no way i was the choice,

back then, why couldn't it be me?

she's out of the narrative,

as i ask you to be informative.

the more i knew about it,

the less of you i wanted.

is it your guilt, or do you genuinely regret it?

i forgot how to feel,

you were all my feelings, but i lost it.

i prayed a lot to have you back,

guess i wished for the wrong thing,

it should've been a prayer for us.

oh, that just means more

ashamed she'll know we tried again.

but that shouldn't make me any different,

i knew you could do it,

she's a stranger you'll protect for your image.

knowing me more did not make you love me less.

knowing me more made you consider me less.

me, a secret.

she, a status.

neglected for the familiar will stay,

respected for the unfamiliar was new.

you keep your second chance a secret,

i keep this second chance a last bit.

yet you won't know it.

i doubt you'll know it.