It has nothing to do with you
Everything to do with me
I’m broken and shattered
Yet I ask for the breaking

All my pieces lay strewn about –
Scattered across the floor
Talking to you cuts me
Yet there’s nothing I want more

I can’t say I didn’t try
I don’t think you didn’t care
Too much distance was between us –
I was here, you were there

I want to know what you’re doing
Where you are and who you’re with
I was kidding myself to think
I could easily move on from this.

-The Dalema