I spoiled you. I see now a little too much. You called your ungratefulness, gratitude. Because of you, you've allowed me to leave. Now you conceal your cowardliness and sorrow with intoxication and women. Yet, you can't be satisfied. You can't let go. You long for the feeling. You yearn for that greater love. Sadly, because of the pride that grew within, those perfect eyes of yours had become blind. That paradise, that sensation, it was right in front of you. You let it slip away. You let, me, slip.. right through your fingertips.
