Gone roundtrip to the end of the sky.
I must return to myself...
Failure in faith of the fact
that our two worlds will combine in this way come four weeks.
However,
If you choose to remain in this heaven with me,
I'll be over joyed.
I like you.
However,
A world without these moods changing like my crazy world,
Would indeed be a relief.
The sneaking sneaking in the barely substantial shadows,
The uncertainty.
I am meant to be in solitude.
I don't know if you're done with me or not,
That's the median in the road.
We've reached our limits I fear.
But I still think I can love you.
The fear of boredom is constantly in combat with that thought.
I truly tried just to make you happy.
That's all I want.
Part of me yearns to admit you're infatuated with me.
I'd say you're perfect for me,
but that phrase is overused.
People say that about someone who is leaving them.
If they're leaving,
how are they perfect for you?
I'd say it's me, not you,
But I don't even know.
I'd say I'll see you in four weeks,
but who knows.
You'll probably find someone else.
I'm going back to the way it's supposed to be.
Come with me, I implore of you.
I'd say please don't leave me.
But I know nothing can prevent that.
I won't shed a tear,
I'm a fucking robot.
I'll be over and beyond you.
I'll push out those thoughts.
Pull out the shrapnel of our feelings for each other.
But it will be a shame.
Because you sure are the damned closest thing to perfect for me.
I will definitely miss you.
Don't get me wrong,
I never fell for you.
No, sir, I didn't.
I was always hesitant about you.
Past experiences provided the rope
that kept me out of that endless pit
Of insanity
Well,
I guess this is it.
Return the deeds to myself.
We had our fun.
I'll take these memories to the grave.
If your intentions are not what I thought,
I'll always be here.
I hope you understand...