I had no will, my feelings a muck..
Letting you go was all too much,
Your voice, your thought never left my mind,
My love for you never got lost from time,
Now that I am older from then,
I have found out this fairy tale would end,
Your heart is not completely in,
Your love for me is almost pretend.
It hurts inside to conclude, if I am worth it at all to you, this bridge would not be broken, the planks would have been built again.
I know what I am, not just a lover nor a friend, I have feelings in my chest, they burn with anger from this mess. I find peace when I reminisce of all the times we shared in our bed, but the reality is your not here.
I find myself tricking my head into this place where your romantic antics aren't just for my sake...