I wish I could say that my heart belongs to another.

I wish I could be everything that you'd like me to be;

but, even I have my silent limits.

I wanted to take the role of the fisherman instead of a fish.

I wanted to catch my fish and hold it for as long as I could, afraid that I'd be thrown back into the water if someone caught me on their hook...if I became the fish, again. Maybe that's all I'll be.

I know you're toxic, and I knew I could never be yours.

I drew a short line of distance between your affective words and mine,

still hoping to uplift you positively.

Your "positive" is not what I had in mind.

We both knew the line was there, but did you have to draw a circle and isolate yourself along with the words that are temporary satisfaction?

Well, I guess I'll wave goodbye;

even though your back is turned,

even though you're experiencing the artificial joy that you wanted.

I guess I'll have to say:
"Farewell, my summer love." Before the season even has a chance to begin.

You weren't supposed to be a heavy love.

After all, that's the way I wanted it...

'cause I don't need you.

Yes I do.

I don't need you.

Yes I do.

Why do I still feel for you?