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.