Jaded

Why do you upset me, make me love you and then stress me out again?
Is it because you doubt the words that I say?
Is it the price that I pay for the broken heart of your past?
When I show more than I speak every time
walk the line even though I'm afraid to fall
fell for you and let go of what, lately feels like so much of me,
the thought of letting you go stings my eyes like the tears that fall
When I give my all and you sometimes, don't notice at all
You got me gone, but I need to come back
Looking at myself as if this were a dream, the independent me, and she
With her head high and her heart set higher upon a pedestal that she swore wouldn't be won over
With mere promise of rose petals, has been leveled to this love,
Not love, bliss, this bliss that is the root of infatuation shrouded in a being jaded by what she longed for
And still longs for
Hoping that she has not falling just trapped in a lesson or on this battlefield with an angel in disguise.
If that is the case then he sure as hell knows how to hide.
Don't watch me burn; help me fly.