I wish I knew then, what I know now—
That gaining you meant losing me.
And in the end, I lost both.
Nothing to gain besides a million scattered pieces
Of who I was and who I now need to be.
If I knew then, what I know now—
I still would’ve gained you despite realizing I’ve lost me.
I would’ve lost both
With everything to gain, with these scattered pieces,
Because I like the broken me better—it’s who I’m meant to be.
Ded. You, a million times, you
