Ida

I'm still confused as to why we steered this way I promised my heart there would be no more pain, only fear in fact, I think I lied to myself

 

To who or what may have lead me to you, I'm begging you please let this one be true Nothing is better than seeing your smile or hearing your voice just for a while

 

I'm not ready, to be left broken and scarce

I'm not ready, to clutch this pain in my chest

I'm not ready, to tell myself what I already know

But I'm ready, to take that first step for you

 

Like an addiction, you're just as bad as a drug I hold each moment at the tip of my tongue There's only so much I can do or say

 

Like an addiction, distance is something I can do without

Like repetition, why waste my time on something I stopped believing