Spite

Say it with a straight face A proper prose in broken pace You blur the lines with words divine But never the right time or place Never thought I knew you At least enough to hold true To sever the conviction And carry the weight on my own Maybe I just can’t get over it Hurting me in ways so permanent Maybe I’m just meant to call it quits To turn my feet and run Cruel as you could be To spite my name Never thought that I would share the blame Grieving over all my wasted days When all is said and done I’ll turn my feet and run Your presence ever lingering A holy ghost still haunting me I gave my best to something That I’m never getting back Don’t know what else to do My mind alight; my heart subdued There’s no getting over you But I know that I have to Maybe I just can’t get over it Hurting me in ways so permanent Maybe I’m just meant to call it quits To turn my feet and run Cruel as you could be To spite my name Never thought that I would share the blame Grieving over all my wasted days When all is said and done I’ll turn my feet and run Oh, what I’d give To hold what you anchor with To echo your confidence To mirror your circumstance I’ll take any second chance If you think I deserve one Or I’ll turn my feet and run Maybe I just can’t get over it Maybe I’m just meant to call it quits To turn my feet and run To turn my feet and run Maybe I just can’t get over it Hurting me in ways so permanent Maybe I’m just meant to call it quits To turn my feet and run Cruel as you could be To spite my name Never thought that I would share the blame Grieving over all my wasted days When all is said and done I’ll turn my feet and run