This time I have to write a sorrowsome tale the best I can, like a writer of a story.
But I assure you this is one that is completely serious, no matter how you see it.
Was it a splitting love of a partenership that simply went it's own ways, this time?
Did we really choose for something so painful to happen, and for it to worry?
I want to believe that you still love me, but for now i'm letting you be who you are.
This time I made a wish for a two to be together in the future as well; I hoped it would hurry.

We are both human, in an understanding of my mind; you've got issues and as do I.
It seems that we must wait until those in fact are resolved until we speak again.
I will miss our conversations and you yourself, but we must take our breaks.
If this is how I resolve your heart, I will do what I see it must be that takes...
And in my mind we will dance to a lovely sonata in the stars, this time untore...

But we must part for a moment of time, to relieve ourselves of a moment alone.
I wish you the best still, and have not given up; but I see you must also be better this way.
I have nothing more to sing, I guess it was a rather natural sway away..
(But you must know, before I leave you– I have not given up.)
What more should I have to actually say?

And this time I must end a tragic good bye with a certain tick-tock glip,
We yet still stand side by side however in our sorrows and anger too.
We seem to know what we want, and don't, but we still raise to a challenge known as believing.
Once I learn to be someone you can like, maybe I will return with less of a withered rose.
But until then I stand here and I try to change for you to love me more than before.
And could you promise to stand where you are and wait for me also?
When I come back, I will be better than you knew...