How many bad dreams are left
Before my mind finds acceptance
My third eye never closes
Never even got a reason why
I concede you may be better off
Without me
Because I'm not worth it
I'm a gamble with long odds
And you never wanted to bet
The realization floors me
I concede I may be better off
Without me
This little girl living with me is
What's left of my happy ending
But she is forever linked
To the sad eventuality of my life
To the person who left me
I concede she may be better off
Without me
