realization will be the death of us. when i change my mind as i watch you unwind. its unsettling to see that days feel like weeks when we're not talking. and that you actually believe i can cure anything. and i feel awful, like aaron, leaving because i know you could do better without me. only i wont write you a love letter, telling you im sorry that you ever thought i could be what you need. everyone has realized by now, i could never be capable of such a thing.
the best thing about me is my ability to know when to leave. and like a clean slate, leave you with the feelings of emptiness and me with the problems that go along with it. i dont know what you have to miss. as youre sitting in the grass, looking for a star on which to wish. we have nothing left. as if my heart completely vanished.
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