Angry words,
And bitter thoughts,
That's all that's left.
There's nothing left to lose.

You're staring straight at me.
You're sitting just across the room.
But for as attainable as you are,
I might as well be reaching for the moon.

Insults thrown like gunshots,
That nearly took out my heart,
Left bulletholes in my chest.
Your words hit their mark.

They left an aching wound,
But I can't tell you what I need.
Such scathing accusations,
That nearly made me bleed.

Now, my heart's never been broken,
But that doesn't really matter.
It's been cracked so many times,
I'm suprised it hasn't shattered.

I'll cry, we'll say we're sorry,
You know we always do.
But even wrapped up in your arms,
I've never felt farther from you.