I wish I had the guts,
I wish I had the guts to tell you,
to tell you so many things. To tell you
how much I love you, how much
you make me cry.

But no, instead I'm here, writing about you. I write about you everyday. I start talking about my day and end up talking about how much I miss you.

I wish I had the guts, the guts to
*let you go