I know this is the end of us
and I am not quite prepared for this;
unlike you.
How do you do it?
I think it was the years of practice,
the number of girls
and their broken hearts.
I'm not mad.
I'm not blaming you for anything.
Right from the start,
you have set proper expectations
about what we are and what we are not,
it was so wrong of me to be like them and crave more.
Things we both know you couldn't give.
But it doesn't matter.
This is the end.
You'll move on to the next girl
maybe in a week or two
and I'll probably do the same
find another guy to fill the cold, empty side of my bed.
I also want you to know
During those short-lived moments
I felt truly happy and I want to thank you for that.
I will miss you and everything.
I was hoping we could stay friends.
But you're adamant in cutting all ties.
Maybe you're right, we are better off this way.Guess I'll see you around then.
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