To stay or to leave.
Stay.
Leave.
Stay.
Leave.

You know.
Something tells you to leave.
But yet,something is holding you behind.



I guess it's decided then.

There's something about you that's repulsive.
I can't seem to pinpoint though.
Whatever it is.
It's not in my power to judge.

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

I can wish can't I?
But I don't think I can be.