I'm living in a sandbox,
As i walk and talk, i watch the wind make change to my world,
Painful, awkward change.

I am accepting this, but i feel as though under everything you say, there's this shout of help,
Coming from the part of you that would never tell me things straight, that regrets her silence,

It's a choice between facing the pain i must endure to become stronger,
or falling, smiling, back into the flames.

Even if you will never love me again,
Know that you will never truly be loved as i loved you.
Passionately, unashamedly, and unconditionally.

If there was even a single doubt about your decision, you must tell me,
Or truly **** my hope.
No pride, nor hubris, just our souls, as we once were.
For like yours, my heart is telling me to do things i don't want to do.

We need to get this transition over with,
Like ripping off a plaster.
So help me feel not so lost.

But spare your cruelty, my heart cannot take the fact that things turned out like this,
nor can it stand the thought of you with another,
So i ask you as a friend, try to steer these scenes from my eyes.
For i don't want to cry again.