There is something that pulls my heart out of my chest, and makes it difficult for me to breath. Those are the strings that tide us together, they tide our soul, heart and mind. There are a lot of them, some stronger than others, and now that we are apart, those strings are tense, and let's be honest. It hurts.
But I don't wanna get rid of them even when you say you do. Every time you pull back my world falls apart, and my heart crushed against my chest asks me to cut them off and turn around. But even when I wish I could give up on you, I still have hopes. Its maybe silly, but this is who I am, and I can't help feeding my strings to make them thicker, for one day we won't be apart, and our strings will be finally loosen and that day you will smile, to let me know it was worth it.