If I gave you a last chance, but you have to make a choice, what would it be? I wanna know the answer so bad; but I’m afraid to know and so I created these things in my head. These monsters I harvest, I let them kill me inside so I won’t let them kill you instead.
I want to be with you so bad. But I won’t agree because you don’t want it as bad. So in the end, I come up with fantasies in my head, thinking how things may be, how things may turn out, how maybe, just maybe, you were hiding your feelings. But then I realize they aren’t real. These thoughts will always be thoughts. And tears will always flow.
I’ve made up my mind. I have decided that I will confront you, talk to you, trash it out. If things turn out well, then great. Otherwise, let it be me dumping your sorry ass. That’s the best way I can put it. I’m scared. I’m scared of what your answer will be. Because now, at least I can still tell myself, you’re around. But if things go bad, you’d be gone forever, and there’s nothing I can do about it..