I use to think I could never move on,
couldn't be able to last if you were gone.
Now I'm not so weak and unsure,
finally the disease of wanting you has been cured.
Everyone told me I didn't need you,
and that was long before they knew about the abuse.
Yet part of me still says if you come back for me,
then I would turn weak and with you I'd have to be.
But if you knew that I would go,
you'd have to once agian put on a show.
I wish I could build a bridge and just walk over you,
It's hard to move on when I just wish I knew...
if any of it was true ...
between me and you...
Then I would know what to do...
