[Won't tear, won't tear apart, like I knew I could]
Packed up my stuff, waved goodbye, turned around & walked out your damned door. & I really left, didn't I? There's something about you that keeps me at crossroads as to how I had or hadn't retaliate.
She says she loves me, but I loved her - once, then.
You thought I was indispensable but I'd been right all along, you're still surviving without me, even replaced by mere amateurs.
Everything started somewhere, but are endings always meant to be damned between souls?
As much as I, sometimes, want them back, I'm glad I surpassed & left the life I knew I had. I can't go back there even if I had my ways. Because one thing holds me back & forces me to stay: Acceptance.
