It was love,
you know it to.
i was there,
someone else had wanted you.
she stuck around you all the time,
obsessed.
it took a while to realize,
this girl would do the rest,
anything you asked of her
no question she; was there.
so you've got control,
the trade-offs not so fair
you want out; it's too late now
she will not let go.
you try to leave, you don't know how
you give her hints,
unmistakably clear;
she twists the words she hears.
"break up with me"
means
"i treat you poor"
"we should take a break"
-
"i don't spend enough time with you"
obsessed she was,
obsessed she is,
never can you leave.
your chance with me is up and gone,
regret your choices now.
our summer meetings; the corner at dawn
no more.
she is not fun.
she is not like you.
nothing in common,
jealous all the time.
she doesn't get it, never will.
i made you happy,
you helped me through
she makes you mad,
you make her sad.
we could have been happy, no chance at all now
i want to help you
i just don't know how.