Are we done? Not yet. Soon. It was always 'I will see you soon'. Not so much right now. I can see an end to this. I have had enough. I give and give and give and nothing. I am never good enough. I am never your first, second, third choice. I thought I could fix you. You don't want to be fixed. Being broken is very much your thing. Laying at the side of the road in a million pieces. Waiting for someone to pick you up. Someone better than me. I have thrown money at the wall. I have thrown my soul at the wall. I have been the wall. What will happen if the wall is taken down. We will both be vapour. Every day I love you less and less. Every day I realise I have been an idiot. I am not want you want. So you can't have me. Not for much longer. I will always be there. I will alway hang around in the shadows. You won't see me, but I will be there. I will pick you up when you fall over. Or maybe I won't. Who knows. Maybe I will have found someone by then who wants savin...