excited as i write back,
excited as i fight back.
i'm woeful, i'm hopeful,
but i know that it's no use.

it's no use to love you.

it's worthless, it's priceless,
i love you for free.

but you will be you,
and you won't love me.

it's no use to love you,
i'm just attached to chains,
i wish to stop loving you
because i wish to not feel pain.

i wish to stop having
such pointless fantasies,
i wish to stop having
such hurtful memories.

i wish to stop having
anger and regret,
i wish i was like you, somewhat,
and that i could forget.