I wish we were one of my stories so I could write in our happy ever after,
Because what we are right now is a tragedy, and I can't see a way out of this car crash for you.
I cannot see you safe and with me, so I must leave.
I must leave and let you heal from me. I cannot say I won't miss us;
I cannot promise that I won't dream of you,
but if what we have is real, I must let you go before I break you too.
The road is tough, and I thought we'd make it, but it seems you must go on without me.
I cannot say it will be easy; I cannot say I never tried to come along for the ride, but to heal, you belong with them and not me;
you belong with people who will cherish you for what you are,
not what we could have been.