paroles de chanson Unsteady - The Giver

She showed me what it was like for every girl that I've ever been with before/
Thinking that we loved each other equally/but in reality I loved her more/
Because what was before wasn't love just empty lies that formed an abyss/
Pulling me in oh so dangerously/the opposite of this/
It's her touch and her touch alone that fills me with bliss/
Therefore the amount of pain inflicted by her absence is limitless/
It's this pain that I fear/but it's her I would miss/
It's this pain that I fear/but it's her I would miss/
I miss you/
And I still keep the flower that you put in my hair on that shelf in my bedroom/
And it sits on top of the rock that reads fuck off I love you/that you carved into/
But each day it withers away with the hope that I had and I'm glad/
But more so I'm mad at myself/for allowing that constant reminder of you to live there on that shelf/for as long as it has/
Letting it slowly lose it's color/
When I could easily take it away by holding it to a flame until it turns a whole new shade of grey/
I'm not quite sure that I'll ever find the strength/
To forgive myself for letting you go/
And to try and forget the words that I never had the chance to say/
The words that I so badly wanted you to know/
I miss you/
Unsteady/
I'm still not ready to let go/
Let go of this/
Unsteady/
I see your letting your control/
Control slip/
She was at his house house having a drink like the night before/
But I was on her mind/and she couldn't ignore it anymore/
And then she decides to call me/
And the words that she chose to say were appalling/
She said that she missed me every second of every day/
She said the words that I'd only dreamt that she would say/
Maybe it's true and she loves me/
Or maybe she just loves the way that I make her feel/
Maybe she loves the way that I look at her/
Maybe my love was real/
Unsteady/
I'm still not ready to let go/
Let go of this/
Unsteady/
I see your letting your control/
Control slip//
Maybe I'm sane/but I can't help but feel strange/
Tangents of thoughts that I thought had purpose lose purpose leaving me perplexed/
But less so than when I didn't know how useless such thoughts could really be/
But now I can see/that if she is a reality then at least someone knows the real me/and how uncertainty fills this temple that I've come to know as my own body/ shackled by the Tyranny of customs I shake/but these chains won't break /
I'm a slave/
I long to be set free in hopes that I can see not only what I can but what others perceive/