At the end of the street
At a fork in the road.
I'm not so necessary anymore
I'm don't feel needed
We're no longer a bundle
No longer a package deal
Maybe that's our fault
Or maybe just mine
If I hadn't already done it
Maybe I wouldn't think it possible
I don't want to stay here
When everyone leaves
I don't want them to leave me behind
Like I tried to do
When I thought it was my only choice
What am I doing?
What am I writing?
What am I thinking?
This is crap.
I wish my answer was something other than "idk".
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