To give me some space,
So I could breathe.

I’m not a relationship person,
Or maybe I’m scared of one.

For I’ve had them before,
and,
obviously,
they didn’t work out.

So why am I ruining this one?

I could make it work,
but I’m holding something back.

I wish I knew what it was,
cause this one is headed south.

You deserve me times 10,
and I’m only giving you,
one-half of me.

So now that you’re leaving,
I should be happier, yes?