Again I'm going to run away.
I'm sorry.

Usually I can pretend. I can pretend I don't know anything. I can remain blissfully oblivious. I can wipe out my suspicions of any romantic connections.

Times like this, it gets to be too much.
I don't know how to feel. I'm scared. I'm running away. Again.

I need time. I need time to think. I need to get away from you.
Maybe I'll figure it out then.
Or you'll get tired of me and go away.

Yes. Go away.
I can't deal with this anymore. I'm broken