Do I have the nerve to tell you to go?
Could I just stand there and let you walk away?
Could I do nothing, say nothing?
I don't know.
Do I really have the need and desire to be free?
Maybe it's "you" that gives me the impression "you" want to be free?
The urge to be free from the lonliness, hurt and pain?
I don't know.
After all, I can't make you love me!
I can't make you need me!
I can't make you want me!
And all these things "I" need!
So go!
Turn around and walk away!
Be free and go!
I let you leave.
The lonliness, hurt and pain grow stronger.
I thought I wanted to be free.
I though you wanted to be free.
As I watch you walk further and further away,
I want to close my eyes, scream your name, and hold onto you for dear life!!
"But it was to late"....you were gone.
I'd made a mistake.
That....I knew.