Separate Ways

You've got your thing
I've got mine
I can only wish it was the same

But what if it was?
What if?
Would I stop at now knowing?

But my dear
I fear knowing
And yet I dread not knowing.

I fear this may hurt
I fear this may end
Whatever we've made so far.

And yet I dread
Not knowing
And asking what if every time.

My dear
Why can't we agree
Why can't we just agree?

I don't want to lose this.
But I don't want to keep this.
No.

I have to let you go
I have to end this
And let's have our separate ways.