I have a fear in the back of my head, etching at my soul.
The crux of the matter being that I'm afraid to give you something.
My heart.
I am still afraid...
I'm afraid of empty promises...
I'm afraid of broken promises...
I'm afraid of loving again...
So maybe it's best I stay out of it...
I'll still be your good friend...
But I'm still not ready...
I have yet to coupe with the damage to my heart from the past.
Aside from that all...
My love has been changing like the days and nights...
Loving you by day, without a fright.
Thinking horrible thoughts by night.
I really didn't want to be the person that told you this...
But I think it's best for a goodbye.
But before I go... I have yet to thank you...
For the lessons you taught,
For the battles we fought,
For the memories we now hold dear,
For the laughter we shared and hold near...
Thank you.
Thank you for trying to love me, even at my worst...
But I think it's best I go...
After all...
I am the bad guy.
