Bye Bye My, Ohhh, Indulgence

I deserve indulgence. Sure I do.

But lately I noticed that I'm starting to get sick of you.

Why do I have to think about you first thing in the morning
And before I close my eyes as I fall into a deep slumber at midnight?

Of course I like you :
I love your uncombed hair
I love your BMW, all right
I love your personality!

But I don't uh, love you

N-O W-A-Y!

I don't even know Y-O-U

Sure, I get to have a bit of an idea of how you think
And I pretty much like it
But that's about it!


Wait.



Your voice! I always hear it.

Your voice.

And whenever I hear your voice, I'm completely helpless.

All I want to do is think about you, you, you... You!

Neverending you.

But like I said, it's starting to wear me off. Nobody would want that, right?



Come to think of it.

Why does it seem like you're an obligation to me, then?
Why does it seem like thinking about you has become a routine for me?


Is it because of your voice?

You saved me with your voice that night?

So I'll be forever indebted by you?

I owe you my second, no, third or maybe fourth chance to Life.

And for that, I thank you.



So,

Can I get over you now?


I knew I was thinking like stupid last night. My idea was entirely crazy.

I sure need to put an end to this before it even gets crazier.



Though it's breaking my uh, heart, I have to tell myself this:

There'll never be a potential.

A potential of you and me

What the heck was I even thinking last night?

We're two worlds apart, uh, figuratively speaking.



And well, you're even uh, younger than me. What a shame.



I have to convince myself starting today

that

you

are

just

a



*sigh*





boy toy.

"After a fantasy has served its pupose, destroy it or else it will destroy you." - Tony Perez

I will possess your heart no more.