Like a 5-year-old pouting at his parents for not letting him play outside.
There’s something different about this time,
A hint of depression that lingers in the air when we talk.
You say that you did it this time and that she’s the one,
But a few weeks down the road we both know it’s still not true.
You know that I will always be here for you,
But I don’t know if I can handle it anymore.
I mean I can look you in the eye and see the love we have.
Not the type of love we shared when we met,
But the love that only 2 people can really have when they care for each other for a long time.
Do you choose not to see it,
Or are you afraid that our friendship with end almost like last time?
I want to point it out, but I'm afraid.
Do you understand that I want to move on but something is holding me back.
Please just let me go,
Get it over with I don’t want to be here anymore,
I don’t want to need you anymore and you don’t need me.
Please, just please let me go….