I think too much.
I stress and worry that I'm losing touch with myself and my friends.
At arm's length I hold them, and it's not fair at all.
All I can think about is how I would give anything to be your everything.
If I could let you go, don't you think I would?
I'd go back in time if I thought I could.
I'm sorry that I bothered you, but you know that I'm right and there's nothing we can do.
I worry about my future.
If what I'm doing is worth it.
And how I know you won't be in it, you'll never be again.
That path has reached its end.
All I can think about is how I would give anything to be your everything.
I'm just so bitter. And I'm not getting better.
I cause myself to doubt the way I write you out, and it gets me nowhere.
I'm gaining nothing.
The one who gave you everything lost everything.
And you're just fine.
I need some time to recoup, shift my thoughts from you.
And if I'm lucky I'll forget the things you put me through.