How many times
have I cried,
knowing that I'll
have to leave?
Fell down the
rabbit hole again.

I think that,
from the start,
we were right
for each other.
But these things
always go wrong.

I want love.
There's the truth.
He makes me
feel loved; happy.
I'm not afraid
to keep living.

Maybe I lost
who I was.
Maybe I forgot
where I belonged.
I don't care.
I'm different now.

I'll never be
what he needs.
I'd hold him
so far back.
He's meant for
much greater things.

I'm not special.
I'm stuck here.
Nothing for me,
except for him.
One more smile.
One more tear.

I wish I
could tell him
every thing I
feel, and smile.
But he'd stay,
abandoning his chance.

He could get
away from here.
From this old,
broken down town,
and so far
away from me.

I'm too much,
and not enough.
A huge problem
to love him.
'Don't get attached,'
they always say.

But we did.
Me to him,
him to me.
and I know,
given the choice,
he'd never leave.

I love him,
with my everything.
He's just perfect.
He loves me.
He was only
figuring it out.

I'm not special.
He's going places.
Nothing for me,
except for him.
One more smile.
One more tear.