I MISS HER

Everytime she says I need a break from you

I prepare myself to loose her 

Cuz if it weren't for me to *** her off, traumatize her , to get her worried 

She would have had a life with a little less stress and a little more calm 

I am clingy towards her 

I don't let go Maybe it's my fault 

Being clingy is genuinly annoying and I know 

but I just really hope it isn't too late to say I'm sorry 

She says the samethings again and again 

No matter how hard I try I just tend to break 

like a glass window after the touch of a hammer 

but she isn't the hammer here but I am the glass 

She is the artist whose tried to make this peice of glass by painting on it 

But somewhere in the ends of my  body and soul devoid of heart 

I know and I know 

That she will return 

this feeling doesn't stay for long tho 

as time passes by the desperation to speak to her increases 

Time is relative she used to say