bubbling over...

bubbling over
past the place of saving.
time bomb in the making.

one more strike and I'm out.
one more worry and I'll break.
go back to the way i was,
more scars, more tears, more cracks
to my already broken heart.

would you want to do that to me?
i don't think you would
but in all honesty, you are.

the more you say that it doesn't matter
the greater importance it becomes to me.
the more you take that risk
the more i want to run away.

the more it looks like you don't care
the greater chance i'll run to someone who does.

you don't know how close I'm getting to locking myself
up in my arms and never opening up again.

i say do this, for me
but you go on bcz i didn't say anything.
before it happened.

you say you love me,
stop being selfish.
your only hurting me
pass the point of obscurity.