Reach out, find a hand.
You know what? I'm tired of it. Is it really my responsibility? Am I even wanted around anymore? I doubt it. I really do.
There are several other things I would like to say, but won't for fear of sounding like a jerk.
Even though we all know that's exactly what I am. Right? Right.
Well, I'll be here.
But for once, I don't want to take the initiative. I'm done.
I would find a way without you.
Tell him his eyes see too clear.
That mistake was gold.
Without you is something that I
could never do.
-Seven Years by Saosin