I'm moving away. Different city. New job. Fresh...

I'm moving away. Different city. New job. Fresh start. Running from you. You're upset. "How will I survive without you?" You're crying. I'm crying. If you only knew. If you only felt the same. If you only asked me to stay. But you don't. So I go. Because staying near you, loving you, never having you... it's too much. Maybe distance will fix me. Maybe absence will heal me. Maybe leaving will free me. Maybe.