It wasn't... you.
It was letting go of changing you...
That's what I couldn't do.

I had something to prove.
I was there for me
to break you free
to watch you soar
to know, for that, you needed me...

This was my pride, my folly,
and the task was never mine.
It's yours. I'm sorry... that it has to be.
You're bound by cords you cannot see,
And through my eyes you wouldn't see, chose not to see...

So round and round and round we've been
'Til one of us must just let go.
and that one must be me, although
if I'd the choice, t'would not be so.
I loved you well and wished always
that you would one day learn to grow.