Bittersweet

You have this bittersweet power over me
and I'm not sure if I want you to read.
Do I really want you to know me that deep?
Or it's just the idea of having you triggering me?
I don't know what kind of closure I need
to start acting like I used to
Now I don't know, I'm not sure
if I wanted you to love me or
I wanted to love you more;
If I read too much Shakespeare,
or maybe it was not enough
cause there's some beauty in that pain
I shouldn't afford,
it became in my expensive as I accepted to feel this way.
I've been wishing you'd come to me
but as always I'll have to wait you realize
and craw back, like this shit you avoid to be,
I used to control it better
like all this bottles I keep in my heart,
then I started to empty all this thoughts I've got
I started wishing for life again,
Then you started talking too much, and the worse:
you didn't realize I was there back then
I know I've got a lot to say
but I only think this way,
You'll never see me calling you out of your shadows.
I can't relate to your words again,
you're a sweet talker e eu não quero mais ser sua refém. 

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