I knew I should have left sooner,
knowing I could never be your everything,
I appeared to have got in the way
of you and your dreams,
dreaming you can fix me up
with your magic chicken soup
for the damaged soul.
I never really opened up,
since every time I had tried,
people would always turn and go.
Maybe we were just 2 damaged apples
falling from the same bad tree.
Maybe this is just what happens
when damaged hearts
fall too close together.
