I try to stop writing these lines for you
Yet the harder I try, the more it seems
Like the most natural thing in this world.
There is no escaping you.
I try to stop looking for you
Because I know I’ll end up finding you with him
But the harder I try to keep myself from doing so,
The easier it is to start missing you.
I try to stop myself from thinking of you
Because doing so would just remind me
That you won’t think of me anymore.
The more I don’t think of you
The more I begin to think of how lonely I am without you
There is really no escaping you.
I try to feel absolutely normal when o see you with him
Because being happy would just be a waste of my real emotion
The sight of you, one way or another
Leads me to remember the memories we share.
The more I try to kill my feelings
The more it seems harder for my soul to feel alive.
I don’t want this role anymore.
I don’t want—yet I have to—
I have to somehow escape you…