Is that it? Is that what I got butterflies over?
Is that what I look foward to? Apparently it is what I go for.
And if you felt constricted and held down, like that of a tree,
well the gardener has ripped out your roots, and now you are free.
But surely, hopefully, one day you will see, and maybe even ask yourself why,
for without one another, the roots and the tree seize to be.
It sucks that I am still in love, that I am still your biggest fan,
when you "did not break up with me, to get back together again,"
but I will continue to cry, and continue to be nice,
even though my heart feels lost, and its spot is cold as ice.