Here's something I write to you, to explain to you why I do the things I do.
At first I thought that I was for the best, but as it turns out I'm just like the rest.
I'm starting to clearly see, that that's really not what I'm meant to be.
When I first met you, you were troubled and you had a bit of misery but I could still see that you were pretty happy.
Now that I've come along, I somehow feel that for you it's just like a sad song.
I feel for you when you cry, I know how you feel without me even having to try.
I wanted nothing more than to make you happy, but now I can see I just make you feel crappy.
I wake up everyday thinking about you, sometimes I wish it weren't true.
I'm so conflicted with you, that I feel like I need to kneel on a church pew.
I pray EVERYDAY that you gain clarity, and a huge amount of serenity.
I want you to be free of thought, so you can forget the evil that was wrought.
I wanted nothing but the best for you, even if it means me being out of the queue.
I want you to know that each moment with you, for me is something magical. No matter how mundane or trivial.
I've always felt like a set of lyrics, misplaced from it's melody aimlessly wandering the sound waves of eternity but in you I found my harmony.
I wish you felt the same way, but I know that for you it's like finding a needle in a stack of hay.
I know you've got a lot to handle and that you're still broken. I thought that maybe your walls were something I could crack open.
But it seems you need isolation, which I'll give to you without hesitation.
Because that's what you do for the people you love, you'll give them A,B,C and all of the above.
I know now that I have to walk away, because in the end I know that without me you'll wake up to a better day.
So now I think I should say goodbye, and hope and pray to God that I don't cry.
Because the best thing in my life right now is you, now I guess I'll just have to make do.