I know it's
w r o n g .
But I'm so
happy,
in a way,
when you
come to see me.
That's awful.
Horrible of me.
And once I
all your issues
I change my
mind.
If you were
happy and wanted
to stay away from
me and live a
nice life, I guess
I'd prefer that
to this.
(But I'd miss
you so much.)
