If hearts could be the judge
of all the things we do and say,
the world might be a better place
maybe, I’d let you stay.

I wanted so badly to believe
that you were all I’d need.
You filled my heart with so much love,
you were my everything.

We walked a bit till I realized
that something was amiss.
Somewhere down the road that I wanted to go
you could not bring me bliss.

So what do you do when what you think was perfect
isn’t what you think?
Write songs of rings, of winged things
pretend you’re happy with everything?

I will not feign that I’m ok
because right now I know I’m not
but I’ll keep walking away cuz somehow someday
you’ll realize without me, you’re better off.