Broken strings

Broken Strings - James Morrison

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real

Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again

I can't get this song out of my head.
To feel like this song is to know that feeling is futile. No use.
It is the feeling that turns into knowing that the heart is hurt so deep inside that it can't be undone.
There is no more sadness, no more tears; just a desire to let go and let it be.
The eyes that see would notice the emptiness: the eyes won't reflect anything anymore. It runs too deep and sucks everything in. The smiles would turn into just a facial change; not a mirror of happiness or content.
The nagging feeling that somehow the situation would change if you could only get away, far away from them. Let them be with their dreams and aspirations..without you in the picture. Let them reach what they desire..without you in the future. It doesn't matter anymore.

Love is still there, but it is easier to let go. No use in trying to build on ruins. So all that is needed is a final goodbye, a final kiss before it all ends. As you know, letting go would destroy you but there is simply no use pushing on. Either way, it kills.

So yes, now I know first-hand passive aggression. It is toxic.