Write me in the list of girls you talk quietly about.
And I'll pretend it was all in my head
We'll keep living our arrogant lives,
Knowing we were nothing but ends.
You are an image of a hand in mine,
the disappointment of the sun in my eyes.
I am the desperate swim downwards,
hoping the cold water beneath will make you feel something.
We are lost.
Standing tall in a maze of hushed voices,
trying to find the truth amongst the flitters of our heartbeat.
I have never loved the way I love you!
Though I know you have.
I am simply another girl to lose your heart to,
but you are the first I will lie about.
In a world of ending,
there is no use in believing you would want to begin.