I held on for so long,
Letting myself be bruised and cut.
Broken and left to myself, which was the best decision you made for me.
Which choosing what I do is what you did best.

I cannot tell you that I never loved you or prove my lie when I say I don’t care.
Truth be told, you were everything and so much more than I can express.

You were the second person I fell in love with. My whole soul felt at peace once again, attempting to regain what I could get back.
The love I gave was unexpected to say the least.

Since leaving though.
I can’t help but feel the weight off my chest.
Knowing I did my best to tell you what I needed.
And you wanted to keep hurting me..

Regardless of it being intentional or not,
You couldn’t catch yourself while saying it.
And I had to let you go.

It doesn't matter if your winning when your living
Or if you **** around with life that you've been given
Just know your souls on a mission
Either it's in intermission strung out with addiction
Or its heading in the right direction  

Now I'm not a preacher or a reverend
But take it from a personal lesson
This isn't a form of aggression to steal all your attention
Was wrote just for me to mention

"You are all important, stay strong and don't let up"