For My Good
I just realized that the smile on your face
does not represent happiness, but is instead a restrained politeness
I just realized that your feelings are indecisive
I had always been mislead, but it’s you who was unwilling to make it known
Too many little nuisances, we blamed ourselves for them and unknowingly cast them away
Too many questions, with no need to find their answers
(We) just exchanged them for weariness, forgetting that we needed to grow
Why did we have to get to the point where we have no words left to say,
to know that silence is more painful than arguing?
Why couldn’t we bring back love even after the hate subsided?
Why did it have to be when we loved each other dearly
that you told me your leaving me was all for my good?