So confused for far too long. I could not let you go. What I thought was love classified as obsession. Look, I'm letting you go, just as you asked. And there you are, falling so fast. We both knew it would happen, but tender touches and tasteless poses kept us hanging on. You keep falling, spiraling, down. Stay beautiful. Stay beautiful. Eyes close and lips caress and fingers touch and you stay beautiful while you. . burn.