Do you ever feel like you know someone so well there a stranger?
That you’re so close to them that you can’t imagine life without them, yet it would be exactly the same.
You just happen to coexist, giving them as much love as you can without even thinking about it?
There’s a natural toxicity around that feeling that swarms you’re mind, filling it with dread.
It becomes so toxic that you can’t live without that dread, you can’t live without that positive burden.
Well, what happens when that burden is too much,
When someone eventually gives up,
Is it my fault?