The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

I give up.
I really don't know how to be me around you.
I've already tried making things right the last time, thinking that this "friendship" was going to be worth saving.
But I guess you've just proven to me again just how naive I am. back to top?