I can't take another breakdown on my bedroom floor.

One hand covering my mouth.

The other, pressed against the lock on the door.

I'm so tired of having to be so strong.

Making it look so easy,

when it feels so wrong.

Truth is, I'm falling apart at the seams.

Truth is, everything still gets to me.

I say I'm fine but I'm lying through my teeth.

Truth is, I don't remember the last time I felt happy.

But I know that this person isn't me.

Truth is, I think nostalgia is gonna be what kills me.

The memories I wish I couldn't see.

Replaying in my head like they're right in front of me.

I still let them get the best of me.

Losing focus on the life ahead of me.

Truth is, a future without you is something I never thought I'd ever have to see.

Now I'm losing so much sleep.

Truth is, no one sees the way my smile turns to tears;

as soon as they're done focusing on me.

I can't love another person because the cuts you made inside my soul are still too deep.

Truth is, 3 years still hasn't begun to heal me.

You really fucking broke me when you threw our love away.

Truth is, I don't think I'll ever be okay.

You can't fix me.

Truth is, I'm still the one who's sorry in the end.

Truth is, time can't heal everything.