I hold my breath and count to ten,
... 7, 8, 9.. but it doesn't hurt any less so I begin again.
Once I feel like my lungs are about to give out,
I take a deep inhale, tuck my legs against my chest and hold on tight.
They tell you about the heartaches when he or she walks away,
they never told me how painful it is when you're the one who doesn't want to stay.
It's like that high pitch noise that send shivers down your spine,
Oh how I wish I'd have to break any other hearts, but yours or mine.
But it's too late, your words has unleashed and my soul has come undone,
you left the murmurs after telling me that you don't want a daughter or son.
See, I am sorry, because I thought you already knew,
that if I ever wanted to put my fears aside and have a family, it would be with you.