When I see you in the halls, my heart drops. Every time I think of you, my eyes fill with tear drops. I have loved you lots since I seen you for the first time. Now I’m sitting here writing this and trying to rhyme.
You are making me feel like I shouldn’t even think I’m good enough for you. It has taken me a long time to find, but now I know it’s not me. That’s not good enough, but it’s you that’s not. I know this seems like it changed on a dime. But this has been on my mind for a very long time. Even though I don’t want to lose you I have to let you go. This is something I should have done a long time ago.