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Alex Clare - Too Close

I don't want to hurt you, but I need to breathe. But there's something inside that I need to release. Which way is right, which way is wrong? How do I say that I need to move on. You know we're heading separate ways. And it feels like I am just too close to love you. There's nothing I can really say. And it feels like I am just too close to love you, so I'll be on my way. 

 You've given me more than I can return. Yet there's oh so much that you deserve. 

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Spent the day roaming about city hall / orchard, then going to Asian Civilization Museum with my personal guide. So awesome to have a friend who studied Art History. I've also realized that, I'll never come to appreciate what all these artefacts really mean. Superficial me. 
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