I know it'll hurt but, I'm not actively here, Even if it seems I'm there. Your love is whole, While mine is hollow. Your love is certain and pure, And mine learned to hum, unable to sing. That math isn't fair to you. I know it'll hurt but so does staying when my heart is confused and trailing behind. I love you. That's why I'm leaving. I know it'll hurt but I won't lie to you by staying. But letting go is the only love I have left to give you. Thank you for loving me Like I was sure.