Why can't I help you get rid of your sadness?
Why do you run?
Am I that monster that scares you away?
Don't think I haven't noticed that we are two sides of this coin,
I hate that I am this devil to your perfect angel,
But can this mold be broken?
If it can, it would be too late,
Because I see you hiding,
I see your running,
Is it from me?
Or the monster inside?
Am I helping?
Or am I making your sadness worse?
I need to know,
Because if the latter is so,
Then I will leave,
I will go