I was drowning and couldn't get up. He was part of what held me under, I was part of what held me under. I pushed him away so far so he could be better with out me. My toxicity. I didn't think I deserved his love And I knew he would be better off. I ran away into the darkest corners of my mind. And I'm still here. But he's not. He's better. The Better I knew he could be without me. What I wanted. So why am I mad that he's doing Better? Because We were supposed to be Better together. But I gave up. I gave up.