Life.

Sometimes you've just gotta go with the odds.
that maybe this truly was never meant to be,
and that he possibly never cared about me.

I know I should give him space,
that I should, just let go,
but honestly, I don't want to.

The unhappiness he has brought me,
is no match to how happy I can be,
when he looks at me, and more importantly talks to me.

Oh, just look at me,
holding on,
for oh so long.

Just grasping at thin air,
trying to hold on,
to that which may of never been there at all.

And in your head
the thoughts of death
and the ones you have loved and lost

Will fill your mind with horrible lies
and cause you to break the ties
Thus, falling into the grasps of insanity.