Things aren't always how they seem.

For example,

everyone seemed surprised about me and you.

But I saw it coming at us like a freight train.

Tried to run, but it was pointless.

I couldn't leave you behind, and you didn't want to leave.

And then it hit us.

Now I'm sitting here, in shock,

and I don't know where you went.

I'm not surprised.

But I still feel sick inside.

I still have questions that you won't answer.

Where did things go so wrong between us that I find myself trying to forget you?

When was "us" reduced to just memories?

Well, carve your name into my wrists. I won't feel a thing.

I'll leave you now, but not because I want to.

Because you want me to,

and I still love you.