I'm not good at telling you all I feel and think.
Maybe it's because I'm so stressed,
And I have a lot to say.
And I forget everything.
So I sit and say,
why don't I write another one of these letters,
and the page will take all that's happened.
Another one of these letters that I'm sure you'll never
read...
And then after 3 years,
when I'll be positive that everything is over and done
with.
Then suddenly you'll come racing back in my life,
And compete against time.
And put me right back in place in the past,
a place of confusion and weakness.
A place where just the thought of you and the idea of you
makes me woozy.
How did you obtain such power over me?
I don't think I agreed to it.
But neither did you ask.
My thoughts sweep themselves,
To a place they know that for you,
It wasn't by choice.
The wonders lead to new ones
And somewhere to an insight,
An understaning that I can do without you.
Somewhere along the way I lost myself on a roud  that was
suppose to lead me out of love
Maybe she was just steps of repression
The kind of repression where all my feelings, thoughts and
memories got carried away, To a place that no matter how
hard I'll try I'll never get there.
I'm trying to turn my fears into words
The kind that will express the feeling.
The impossible feeling of fulfillment of wishes.
and the fear that they could vanish in second
One word that can make me forget all that has happened.
It takes one word to make me hurt all over again.
Once I thought it would break my heart if you'd say no.
But I understand that being with you isn't everything.
And that you only need to take a small part of my life to
keep me happy.
Because now I know that the thing that will hurt me most of
all ,is to hear you say
Goodbye.