They only want to see what they want,
And what they want is
g.
They want all of you,
Save for your
i.m.p.e.r.f.e.c.t.i.o.n.s.
They may want you now,
But will they want you tomorrow?
You're r-e-p-l-a-c-e-a-b-l-e.
You have a heart hidden behind that brain of yours,
Even if people believe otherwise.
They only want your answers,
They want your help,
But not
You.
You wonder when the other shoe will drop,
Will it be when all this fighting is done?
Will it be tomorrow?
Will they keep you around?
You hope.
You hope that maybe they do love you for you,
Not your brain.
You hope they keep you around because they want to,
Not because they feel sorry for you.
You hope that your love for (him) isn't unrequited,
Because that might just
k
(Break)
b/r/e/a/k
You.
Soon you hope that you will live to see tomorrow.
Your doubts may be quelled for now,
But once this is all over they'll return,
And you know it.
There is no way that they will want you around when you have
n.o.t.h.i.n.g l.e.f.t t.o g.i.v.e.
Maybe that's why (he) left you.
It's because you have nothing left for him.
You weren't enough for him.
H-e didn't love you enough to stick around.
Your love wasn't enough to keep /him\ here.
It wasn't enough,
You weren't enough,
Never enough for h.i.m.
Never,
Ever,
h.
Then he comes back,
And you get angry,
Because it's his fault.
It's *h*i*s* fault that you tossed and turned.
He made you feel so broken,
S k.
He broke you in a way you never thought possible.
And he comes waltzing back,
Begging for forgiveness?
Well there's none left for (him).
Nothing left for the person who made me a-c-h-e.
He has my heart,
isn't that enough?
Does he have to constantly try to s/h/r/e/d it apart?
Then it all*s*t*o*p*s*.
It's over and {d}{o}{n}{e}.
The war is won,
And maybe you might get some sleep soon,
But not tonight.
No, not tonight, it's all still to _r_a_w_
Every time you close your eyes
You see it,
Them,
Your [fallen] friends.
You feel weighed down by your grief,
Because you finally have the time to grieve.
Weeks go by,
And you can finally hang up your black dress.
No more funerals,
No more memorials,
No more mourning-
Or so you say.
It still hurts,
But now you have *h*i*m* to lean on,
And you know everything will be okay
y.
Years pass,
And the [insecure] girl you used to be has disappeared.
In her place is a woman who knows new things,
She knows of the love of a man,
His love.
Love that led you to this point.
To this fantasy day,
Your special day,
To the white dress.
To something borrowed
To something old,
To something new,
And something blue.
A pence in your sparkled shoe,
And being led down the aisle on Harry's arm.
[He] smiles down at you and grabs your hands,
Whispers "I love you",
And your eyes water with unshed tears,
Because you're (finally) getting your desired happily ever after.
He's yours.
F_o_r_e_v_e_r.