Walk away. That’s okay. Everyone does.
I’m better off fighting wars alone.
Only I understand the thoughts inside my head. The voices that tell me I can’t make it are a wage for war, but that won’t stop me.
What you don’t know is how many times I’ve defended you; how many times I’ve told the truth.
Walk away. I understand.
Everyone always leaves.
I shut down easily. It’s rather pathetic.
But that’s not your problem. I’m putting my walls up; please, don’t even speak to me.
You say you love me, but does love feel like this? That’s okay. I don’t want to know.
I suppose that sometimes leaving makes everything better.
Just remember what you don’t know.
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to fix this.
I’m sorry that no matter what I did I couldn’t change the situation.
So, walk away so casually like you do.
You make it look so easy.
I’m torn apart, and there’s not a thing I can do about it.
But that’s okay.
I love you, too.