I always took the first step towards you. I was one step ahead making sure you knew I cared about you, I thought about you and that you were not alone. I gave you my all, all the real and all the good in me I gave to you. And for a while I thought I'd be enough. I thought you liked me for exactly who I was, and I was glad you did. I felt like myself and I felt like you were yourself. It felt fantastic. And now I feel like all this is being stained by the scratched marks on your back, Like the sounds of nails on a chalkboard I cannot bear it