I just see the potential for happiness in you. Not my happiness, yours. And after all this time to see you head straight for that brick wall crushes me. I'm not a perfect person, I'm not necessarily a good person, but I see what I see. And to see you time and again go back to those wasted shores......thats where I am at wrong. Everyone has their path, their own journey. Its not my place to stand in the way of that, but dam it takes a lot to just step back and let the freight train hit. It takes a lot to stop caring  and just let it all be. To let go.