Stop. Saying. All the right things.
Stop making this so hard.
How am I supposed to hate you
When you still hold the keys to my heart?

How am I supposed to move on
When I dream of you every night?
And how am I supposed to get better
When not having you doesn't feel right?

How am I supposed to accept
That I may never see you again
When I hear your adorable laughter
Every time that I raise a pen?

Why must you make me love you
With your special, peculiar charm?
Stop being so cute.
Stop being so funny.
Stop making this goodbye so hard.

Your future lies elsewhere, I know that,
But the truth makes me want to die.
Please, for right now, let's just stay in this moment
So I won't have to tell you goodbye.