“The girl you’re with,
Let’s assume you love her,
You had her and only her, you and I no longer talk.
Does she understand you well enough to be your hand to hold,
And the reason you laugh,
And the punching bag when you’re mad.
Could she handle the darkness of your mind, or do you only show her the brightness of your smile.
If you didn’t have me to lean on while you were with her,
Would you still love her?
I guess this is me saying goodbye,
But mostly good luck.”
She could never compare