I know who I am.
i really do.
i know what I’m worth and what I want.
only if you said something I could work with and only if you saw that it’s all for you and not for me, I would have come back.
i wanna call you and say come over, come home.
come to me now, leave tomorrow night.
let us have one last night of oblivion.
and after you’ll leave, I’ll let go.
we’ll both know we had each other for the last time like we really need.
you will always be my home , my breath of air and my best friend.
thats why it’s so hard not talking to you.
I also try to think about what’s best for you and not hurt you.
but you made your choose and I know what I’m worth and I will not beg or force no man to love or be with me, so tell me why me mind says that because it’s you, I can?
you clearly don’t love me anymore and you clearly better than me now.
but I did my work and I worth an amount that doesn’t ever exist.
so, come home.
come and let’s love for the last time.
Or don’t, I’ll get back to myself in a minute.
i just stupidly thought you’d answer.
every time the door rings at work i think it’s you.
every time i get home i expect seeing you at my door.
but you closed it.
so if you see this- know alaoo.
but you lost me.
so I’m offering one last time.
