i hope its for my own good

i hope its for my own good

when i see you i want to cry

when i watch you i want to die

and i know i chose this path

and i know it may not last

but i’d rather keep that gap

then just talk to you and try

please don’t be confused

you know i’ve been abused

don’t pretend to be naïve

don’t act like i’ve deceived

i told you upfront

i’ve been bruised by something blunt

so a small look or action

makes me lose all my traction

and makes shake in paranoia

that someone could care to know me

cause i just can’t believe that could happen

so please don’t think i’m cruel

this has always been my unspoken rule

that when the thorns become too sharp for the beauty

i pretend you never even knew me

to say i’m strong enough

to leave without a scuff

is a lie and you know it

cause every time i see you

i notice the hole in my heart grew

and it screams at me i blew it

but i know its for my own good

i hope its for my own good

cause when i look at the scars

your thorns left as memoirs

i realize i could and I should