Lies are heavy, they get to a point where they will bring things crashing down.
I’m sorry
I’m sorry I didn’t ever breakdown in front of you
I didn’t show you my scars
I didn’t give you any hint of my state
But I still expected you to be there and understand
And I’m sorry for pushing you away by saying I was fine
I built a beautiful wall, but I decorated it out of lies
And you built your wall, and we called it our home
But as I said, lies are heavy
And there were so many decorations my wall could take before it fell
And it did
And you were not expecting it
Because what you thought were new pieces of art
Were just scribbled drawings to place over the scars
And I didn’t change the paint because I wanted to
I did it to cover up the cracks
But I slowly gave up
I was tired of covering my tracks
The scratched down the walls aways came back
And the paint started to peel
Showing the bricks underneath
rotting and dark
You weren’t prepared for the destruction
Of a years worth building and decorating this home
But I never built my wall
I only built the one I though you wanted to own
And I was tired of spending my effort and time fixing what was mine
I was tired of a house built out of lies
So I broke it down
And I’m sorry for the rubble and I’m sorry for the pain
But is it a home… if it drives you insane?
Taylor
A relationship can become a second home as you grow around eachother, but sometimes they don’t workout, for whatever reason. And there were always little doubts that people pushed away, and they build up and up until it becomes a facade. And you must come to terms with the truth, that love comes and love goes, and it teaches you so much but don’t force it and try to make it last forever.
