Out of the Madness

I wish I wrote it for someone else and

I wish I didn’t have to think about you all the time.

I can’t help who I love;

In the end, it’s my mountain to climb.

I want you to be happy and free;

I just wish in the end, it were with me.

How much longer do I have to wait for my own happiness?

When will I step over the edge and let you go;

Out of my mind and out of the madness?

letting go artistic

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