You wanted your space.
I left you alone.
The view from your window doesn't look so good from under those covers now, does it?
Can't really say I told you so, 'cause I wasn't so sure I'd be right.
I was disappointed to find out you really are just an altered version of a stereotype.
I thought you were special...
I think I can safely say I am happy now, for the most part.
I fight the need to think about you.
I'm with someone else now, someone better.
But...I sometimes find myself dreaming melancholic while in traffic.
Or I remember distilled dreams that I really thought I wanted.
It scares me now to know that I could have had your children.
I could have married you.
And you would have still left - it just would have taken a little longer.
I thought you were special...
I recently prayed for the shadow to cover me, wrap me in its cool draft,
Take me away on the footsteps of my mother walking away from me.
Now I see that there is so much more that I was dismissing.
I was passing up better opportunities on a conveyor belt.
All these things that happen to me, good and bad, I share with others now.
At the end of the day, I used to share them with you.
I miss it, and I fight every single day to disbelieve that someday we will work it out,
And I will wear that dress,
And we will have those kids.
I can't do that to myself again.
I deny myself anything having to do with any of that ever again.
It stops the pain.
I thought you were special...
