I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do
But I can't stand the pretence anymore
For I know if it carries on too long
We shall both be caught in fabrications
Of the reality we belong in
And I need help because I care for you  still
But not in the way I'm expected to
I'm too bittersweet for this sort of thing
And you're too withdrawn and doting
So that's why it has to end
Right  now ,before I'm torn further