It’s too good to be true.
It always is.
Can’t you see?
I’m not made out to be.
What you want from me.

I give up.
I’ve always said,
yet it’s never right.
Sometimes I wish it was.
So I could stop the awful fight.
A fight inside myself,
threatning to come forth.

Your not there,
stop pretenting to care.
It’s so fake,
you might as well be gone.
It would do us both some good.
This isn’t helping anyone.

I’ll look for you
toward the moon.
One last time.
And then I’ll fall asleep.
Thinking about how
you and all of this…
It’s too good to be true.