Sometimes


Sometimes the ones who hold our hearts
Are the ones who make us fall apart
They may have truly held us dear
But their hearts get taken over by fear

They love you dear, yes this is true
But Philophobia says "Oh no, you're through!"
The fear takes over their whole heart
And you and them will fall apart

And now your love is far long gone
If only you could've said you were wrong
They were not the fools, it was you
But now they're gone, and that's the truth

Sometimes the ones who hold our hearts
Are the ones who make us fall apart.

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