This one's about a year old...but it somehow still fits today.
Over.
It kills me
To feel you change your mind
Change the course of this strange rhyme
We've created between us
Yet you remain cool and calculated
Taking on a clinical air
In this tangle of love
Devoid of objectivity
And so I must have done my part
Lifted you up onto your feet again
Now able to walk unaided
No longer needing the crutch
You refuse to feel guilt
For your search
Yet I should feel ashamed
That I dared follow my own
Dared to break this sacred trust
So strongly built between us
That you felt I needn't be told
I had been replaced for the moment
I should be banished
For uttering my pain
And for revealing it's source
As the guilt you already feel
But this guilt you won't breathe
For it's your time to be strong
To stand above me
And tell me I'm wrong
Or is it out of fear
That you cast me aside?
Contain us to a nice but definite time
Once ongoing, now over
Scared that this might be more
Than what you'd planned it to be
Afraid that your heart
Said more than you meant it to
No more will I make concessions
When you admit no fault
No more will I lower myself
When you only step higher
And maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong...
Too young to hold on
Too old to just break free and run
Over.
It kills me
To feel you change your mind
Change the course of this strange rhyme
We've created between us
Yet you remain cool and calculated
Taking on a clinical air
In this tangle of love
Devoid of objectivity
And so I must have done my part
Lifted you up onto your feet again
Now able to walk unaided
No longer needing the crutch
You refuse to feel guilt
For your search
Yet I should feel ashamed
That I dared follow my own
Dared to break this sacred trust
So strongly built between us
That you felt I needn't be told
I had been replaced for the moment
I should be banished
For uttering my pain
And for revealing it's source
As the guilt you already feel
But this guilt you won't breathe
For it's your time to be strong
To stand above me
And tell me I'm wrong
Or is it out of fear
That you cast me aside?
Contain us to a nice but definite time
Once ongoing, now over
Scared that this might be more
Than what you'd planned it to be
Afraid that your heart
Said more than you meant it to
No more will I make concessions
When you admit no fault
No more will I lower myself
When you only step higher
And maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong...
Too young to hold on
Too old to just break free and run
Hope your doing ok. Havent seen you around in awhile. 
