When was it ever okay to let this go?
Was there ever a point at all?
Or did you just find it difficult?
We're you just focused on me?
Was I a target all along?
My heart may be cold, but I am not.
I am short and chubby. Yet I desire to be more
Something you will never have.
While I'm alive
I'm strong and fearless.
Summer might hide that, but winter embraces it
The night I left.
So did you, out from my life.
For good or for worse.
