I'm losing it.
You're the last thing I see before bed.
And the first thing when I wake.
I'm glad you're doing so well without me.
Not even a thought of me.
Not even look back.
You're doing so well.
And I'm stuck here.
Don't let me get close.
'Cause I'll take this feeling to your heart.
But I won't take it like you took mine.
With hopes that you that if you remain intact, you feel double what I did.
To find my way out of this hole you put me in.
I'm back and aware.
That love is such an imaginary idea.
And you think you have it.
Really, I just want you to be happy.
Good luck, but know this my love.
He can't treat you the way I can.
Because I love you.
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