You're perfect for me, but I'm not perfect for you -
time to face reality, I know that much is true;
Even though it hurts, like a chemical burn on bare skin:
10-molar hydrogen peroxide in comparison seems like a pin.
I promised I'd stop talking about you - I'm driving my friends insane;
so now I'm left alone, silent in my pain.
You make me want to be better, to reach for the stars,
igniting dreams I gave up on, healing old scars.
Nobody else is enough, whatever they do,
why can't I love another, instead of you?
I have no shortage of suitors - why can't I quit
this useless addiction, destroying me bit by bit?
I could be happy, if only I weren't stuck
on what I can't have, what's beyond my luck.
I need to travel, to get away far,
to another galaxy, find a new star.
Unfinished - my thread of thought breaks -
I'll forget about you - whatever it takes.