I don't want to be a sweet dear to be pittied. I want to be the man who is respected. I don't to be a distant memory of passion. I want to be the reason for passion. I don't want to be fleeting thought. I want to be a constant dream.
I don't want to be this way, but I am.
Maybe it doesn't bother you. It bothers me. Maybe you like the idea of someone who feels this way. I want to move on. Maybe you want to see me happy with someone else. I think you do. Maybe you think I should just forget on move on. It's not that easy. Maybe you're tired of this. I would be too.
I don't want to be this way, but I hope you understand.