Part of me honestly believes that it would be better,
For you mostly,
If we weren't us.
If you went back to being you,
And I went back to being me.
I cannot help but feel that the amount of pleasure I bring into your life
Does not come out to enough to dissolve
The amount of pain and hardship.
You try so hard for me,
But I don't want to bring you so much hurt.
So each day, that part of me grows
Greater and stronger,
Overpowering the selfish part of me that wants you desperately.
Call it what you will,
Either way I am running away
And setting you free.