Through the looking glass

I don’t care if it’s heroine in my cup, its my cup.

today.. I realized that he’ll never be you.
No matter what he does, he’ll never make my heart beat the way you do,
He’ll never amount to you.
He cant turn me on the way you do,
or make me catch my breath.
He cant make me ache with pain,
and he cant shatter me like you can.

He’s not you.

 Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, of what I did, of who I am… but most of all, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I’m with you.