We just started our book but I can't help but skip to our endingI
I tell you I want to go slow the truth is I am just procastinating
Its getting harder every day you tell me how much you like me
But I am carrying this burden
The truth is I already made up my mind its not going to work
Sorry I let you go then pull you back its my sickness it hurts me too!
I tell you I dont like you truth is I dont like me
Why do you like me
You think you like me but you really dont
Your not perfect but if you were I wonder if it would be good enough
Is this another failed relationship that proves I am just worthless
When you get what you want you dont know what do with it
I say I dont care but your taking a piece of me with you
Its happened so many times I am afraid Ill be numb.
Wish I could go page by page moment by moment
My fear makes me skip to the end the inevitable
Lets just break up now ......before we reach it