Good bye

It's true. It was my fault going away. The fault is mine having let you in, sit and do whatever you wanted here. My fault look at love with those needy eyes, I end up fooling myself about what really is and what it seems to be. I am guilty of wanting too much and end up accepting - every time - the second best, the almost amazing, what gets first.

I am guilyt, I don't deny, but, I'm sorry, this time I wont be ALMOST happy, half complete.

Get my message. Leave, please, just as I did.

I took the first step, so, please, continue the way, 'cause mine is so clear now.

I'm just in love. I just can be myself as I trully am.

'Good bye my lover, good bye my friend'.