Oh please, don’t give me that crap.
Don’t tell me I’m cold-hearted when I finally came to realize there is a world out of you and me.
Don’t you dare tell me I did not try hard enough.
Don’t give me your excuses, your promises.
Your words are treacherous; your criticism, abstract.
We won’t be that way ever again, so don’t go there.
Let’s just live and let die, because that’s all we can do.
Hold your head high, and keep fighting.
We’ve lost this fight, but that is a fight that can’t be won. We’re too different. It’s too hard.
Perhaps it’s me. I once claimed I won’t let go until you beg me to stop. But I’m sorry. What’s done is done. I learnt that we are not meant to be, after all.
I’m sorry it’s so hard.
Now hold your head up high and fight the rest of the battle against the world, just by yourself.
