I love you,
but I don't.
Our life is good,
but I just can't stand it anymore.
The ring is getting so heavy and
I feel guilty every time I look at it.
Am I wrong?
Am I crazy?
Ingrate?
Why can't I be satisfied with what I have?
I wake up and look around and
wonder how I got here.
Leaving you would be so much work.
I'd have to start all over again.
Explain things to people...
-"What happened? Everything seemed so perfect."
"Well, we agreed we weren't happy anymore."
-"Ah..."
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