How I wish I could show you,
I wish you could see,
But it seems that you just,
just wont listen to me.
I wish I could guide you,
help you heal,
but in this case,
you just won't yield.
You can't stop,
you can't see,
how when you hurt,
you hurt me.
Self loathing tendencies,
you can't make them go away,
you were destined for so much more,
but you won't let her go her way.
Only time can heal,
the gashes she left in your heart,
learning to let go,
is a carefully practiced art.
Eventually you'll get it,
eventually you'll see,
someday you'll forget it,
and know it wasnt meant to be.