bitter stage, shooting arrows at hearts i loved.
i got sensitive, that one hurt. so i'll sink lower too.
excuse...i guess you were a good excuse.
to keep me focussed and alive.
rather than an excuse, i guess you became
my reason to keep at it.
a handsome excuse was all i could come up with.
not hurtful? it's the sad truth.
you were enough for me at some point.
at some point you were more than enough.
once i've cooled off i'll continue to reassure
you that you will always be enough.
even at this parting, comforting you is a must.