Let me be free.

If you had me ,
If i had you,
I think itd be hell.
Maybe.
What if we worked it out?
Maybe.
Thouqhts rushinq throuqh my head,
All of you.
It doesnt help to think of all the bad thinqs.
I feel misrable.
I feel mental over you.
It makes me feel,
Stupid and lame.
For even tryinq.
My heart would kill for you.
But at the same time i wanna move on.
Please.
Let me move on.
Its killinq me.
And you can see it in my eyes.
Let me qo.
Let me be free.
Let me move on.
Let me be free.