We're falling
Apart into our halves less than
Us together.
I can take the blame, give up
On the promise I drew on my wrist
And fly like a butterfly away
From inner turmoil.
You can't, though, you are
Far to perfect with your imperfections
And if I let you, it's another failing.
So I won't quietly slip away
And give you no reason
To break your promise.
I only do this for you.
Thank you.
