I would never lie to you.
But everything I told you were half-truths.

You're so important to me that I would never want to know the feeling of you slipping through my fingers.

That's why, instead of fighting to hold on, I choose to let go.

Because I'm afraid.
Because I don't wanna be in love. Not anymore.
Not when I'm trying to be invisible.
Not when I'm fighting over and over again.

Not when I'm so fucking insecure.