Sometiems I think about loving you again
About holding you again
About taking in the sight of your eyes again
You see, I can't love you, can't have you
What was once is no more
We've created a gap, a conflict, a flaw
It was once so beautiful, so sweet
Now it's a distance admiration
I listen to songs that make me wonder
Is the part of me that loves you coming alive
Why must you push me into your portal
Only so that you can stall my life
Keep me from moving on
You don't understand how I feel
How I don't want you, how I don't need you
Yes, you are special to, yes you are my angel
I told you no other would be
I've kept that promise for you
Not the promise of love, not the promise of eternal presence
That I have for someone else
That I have for something else
I used to cry for your love
That which I'd never have again
I used to walk this barren ground leaving tears of hope in the black soil
Now that barren ground is fertile
But once again all living things die
Not my heart, by my pride, alas
I don't why I do what I do
Why I see such a possibility whithin me
One that I think you see as well
I miss you, your voice, your hugs, everything about you
Not once have you failed to make me smile
Your spirit so free, your faith undying
In which that makdes me love you more
Now I'm spinning, becominf dizzy with much chaos
With much utter confusion
What do I want from you, why am I thinking of you
I don't like this game in which I always lose at
that which I find intriguing and filled with chances of you
I'm blind and ignorant, I've done so much wrong
I've screwed myself, butt not my chances
Love is complicated, but the love I feel for you
One that I find myself digging, searching frantically for
I suddenly need you, and want you
And I'm reminded of what you said, what you didn't say
What should have been said, but never was said
Yes, I'd walk the world looking for you
Parallel universes wouldn't stop me, nothing would
But why would I
Why would I do such a thing, knowing in the end, I wouldn't have you, I
wouldn't win my prize
In the end the better will win
Things will bethe way they're meant to be
I will cry again, and my ehart will break again
You will turn and run again
I will hate myself for thinking the impossible
For cying for a reason that has yet to be sought out
My knees are scarred from begging on them
My heart weighs as mych as bricks hitting and breaking windows
The glass pierces my skin, I'm bleeding, I'm turning away and
giving up again


 
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