Giving up,
It's not as difficult as Mr. Hathaway sings.
Looking in your eyes I can see,
Our stars have lost their shine.
Another Big Bang and they're no longer aligned.
I tell you I'm thinking of leaving,
You bite back with words of selfishness, believing
Still in feelings,
Lost in fake smiles
And pretend kisses past.
For months I've worn this mask.
Now spilling my soul as I mail it back
To Jim Carrey.
Wanting not to hurt you,
Simply needing to be honest.
You can't say that you , too
Haven't felt that we've gotten beyond this.
Beyond bliss, beyond love.
Outgrowing each other.
My hand no longer fits your glove.
WAKE UP! This isn't good for us.
