Nothing make sense
I’m making this all too tense
I’m holding on because I know
You would hurt if I let go
And I’m torn
And I can only look at myself with contempt and scorn
How can I even think of hurting you?
But how can I think of torturing myself into feeling something for you?
Yes I cared for you, a lot.
So much so that it scared me but it was only love you taught.
Now, after so much, I suddenly feel different
My feelings have dents and it’s more bent.
It’s no longer this teenage love
It’s sort of indifference
And yes that sounds ****** up
Especially after we’ve been through so much.
But how can I?
...
Nah, how can’t I.
I must end this
But that’s not anyone else’s business.
I think it’s best if I end it.
How can I lead you on with a line and a bit?
That would be cruel, not cool.
And though it’s difficult and nerve wrecking.
It’s best for our relationship to be ending.
I know you’ll cry
And I’ll feel bad about saying good bye
But this is for the best.
You’ll find someone who can pass the test,
I get an F.
Its terrible and I feel like an *******
But it would hurt worse if I stayed and was untruthful.
You’re going to hate me I know.
But it has to be so.