I’ve found one less reason to try
But you never had one in the first place.
Loving was never for me to enjoy,
It was always just a game.
Regret blows away in the pace of
Needing more than this.
It was never really a good idea
And yet we went along.
Perhaps this is for the better
And lovers tell me I’m justified.
I know I am.
But perhaps a little part of me
Wishes that I wasn’t.