I'm in love with the idea of what we could have been,
Clinging to the dream of us as a team.
In my eyes, I've tried and tried,
But to fit your own narrative,
In your eyes, I’ve failed every time.
I proved and I proved—look at me, I'm here!
But you only want me halfway, while I crave you near.
I did the tricks, I spoke the truth,
Yet here I stand, at the end of my youth.
So I'll take my bow and quietly retreat,
Finding strength in the pain, in my defeat.
I'll release the "what could’ve been,"
And embrace the truth I chose to ignore but should've seen.