by NYELA
‘I don’t wanna, talk about it
How you broke my heart…
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here won’t you listen
To my heart, Oh my heart’
It was hard to talk about it
Hard to think about it
Sometimes I would just sit there just be quiet
I tried it in silence
I’d listen to voices in my head
Sayin this hurt will all be over
But instead I just felt it all over
This pain cut deeper into my veins
And I stopped myself because I know you’re not supposed to say his name in vain
But Goddamn
Why did it have to be him
Why did I have to see my son’s body fly past me like it was the wind
A buckle, that’s all it took
I wasn’t speeding but I took a look in the backseat
He was standing up
I said ”Baby sit down and buckle up before we get hit”
I said ”Baby sit down and buckle up before we get hit”
I said ”Baby sit down and buckle up before”
We got hit
My car was like a teenager’s broken heart crushed by those
Who they thought they could trust
Who they thought they could love
Who they thought would keep them safe
But that’s not what I did
Maybe if I would’ve just pulled over before we got on the road to make sure you were buckled in
Maybe if I would’ve put your seat on the other side so that the impact wouldn’t have hurt you as much
Maybe if I would’ve just left you at home
You didn’t have to come, but mommy just loves spending time with her baby
So…
I don’t wanna, talk about
How you broke my heart…
If you stay here just a little bit longer
If you stay here I will listen
To your heart, Oh your heart