Hummm 1, 2, 3… I said I was busy that was a lie, Didn’t want to hear your voice and cry. Filed your love in “too much to feel,” Skipped the part where I could heal. I blamed timing, you blamed fear, But I just didn’t want you near. It’s all in my manual of excuses Polished lines for all the bruises. Every “not now,” every stall, Every text I didn’t call. I made you think I needed space But I just couldn’t face the chase. You weren’t the first, won’t be the last Just inked in pages of my past. Said I needed time to grow, But I ghosted before you’d know. Smiled in posts, kept my pride, Let you bleed while I just lied. I wore honesty like cologne, Faded fast inside the room. It’s all in my manual of excuses Soft goodbyes that sound like truces. Every maybe, every bend, Every start I let pretend. I didn’t mean to make you wait I just couldn’t bear the weight. You weren’t the first, won’t be the last Just inked in pages of my past. I keep it close page after page, A quiet way to disengage. A smile, a kiss, a halfway heart, Then tearing everything apart. It’s all in my manual of excuses Words I sharpened into uses. Every truth I tried to fake, Every bond I let you break. And if you wonder what went wrong Just read the lines I wrote too long. You weren’t the first, won’t be the last Just inked in pages of my past.
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