Our love is an accident, waiting to happen

It's hard to keep up, when life is moving this fast, especially when you're not ready to move on, when you're too broken to move on.
We're playing a game of make believe, where you make me believe that you love me.
She lies in bed for hours, just thinking. But she comes up with nothing. No reasons, no explanations, no excuses and no way of understanding how things could have ever gotten this bad.
I hope one day you'll wake up and feel the way I do. Just so you'll realise the things you put me through.

"Are you calling me,
Are you trying to get through,
Are you reaching out for me,
I'm reaching out to you."

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