It's not you, it's me..

I let my shoulder be the first you could lean on,

I'm the first you shared your warm heart with.

I don't learn to love, I grow to love, as you grew to trust me.

In your eyes, I see you love with me pride.

That night you cried, and told me, I love you

I took it as the first sign that I had committed the crime

of ever thinking about looking at another woman.

It's not much to ask for, but I find it hard to remain committed;

my mind wasn't to that capacity yet.

Feeling guilty, I asked that you forgive me.

You forgive, but you don't forget.

I opened my eyes to finally realize, I still don't know what love is.

So I rather let you go, then to put you through sorrow.

You're a bright woman, with beauty and brains, but I'm not right

I'm scared, even in fright of the sight of making you ever cry again.

I loved you enough to let you go, so you could keep your heart.

I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me.