I'm beginning to feel,
a little bit indifferent.
But only about you.
In my mind,
I thought we would be perfect.
But in reality,
we could never be.
I've set myself aside,
for no one but myself.
Incapable of being able to love another,
I'm hurting you in the process.
My selfish ways,
drag you along.
And I'm sorry,
for that.
And for much more.
Because I can't let you go,
no matter how much I should.
And I wont let you go,
because I know you're the best thing for me.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
I'm beginning to feel,
a little bit indifferent.
But only about you.
In my mind,
I thought we would be perfect.
But in reality,
we could never be.
I've set myself aside,
for no one but myself.
Incapable of being able to love another,
I'm hurting you in the process.
My selfish ways,
drag you along.
And I'm sorry,
for that.
And for much more.
Because I can't let you go,
no matter how much I should.
And I wont let you go,
because I know you're the best thing for me.
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