I’ll let you find your
“it’s not me”
if it’s not me.
And if I am your
“it’s not me”
then you must be my
“it wasn’t you”.
I thought you were,
without a doubt,
but this one alone,
must remain alone if
“it’s not me”
It’s so hard to see that
“it’s not me”
because I was so sure,
it was you
and
this was it.
So is this it,
as you ready
for
goodbye.
Because I can’t see
with not dry eyes,
something not
so plain to see,
this
“it’s not me”
and
"your not the one”.
