Help Me

It started off with the time,
When we didn’t know what we were doing.
Fooling around without a clue.
And for a while, it’s actually fun.
We tried to stick to it,
Hold on to it as long as we could.
But too bad, change is the only constant we can get to.

Then it’s everything we begin to define.
The relationship, the dates and the gifts,
And the dates you forgot to give.
How much time we wasted on asking, “how much you love me?”
And the many sleepless nights,
Without you by my side,
Thinking you could be with anybody.

We forgot the peace from believing what you see,
The satisfaction we can get from freedom,
The happiness from our blessed innocence, and
The respect from our self-righteousness.

If it’s my responsibility to let you leave,
Let me know even though it’s the last thing I bear to give.