you look at me with such disdain
and I can't seem to find a way
to make this what it could be
haunted by memories
shouting keeps me away
and to myself I say
this isn't like those times
it wasn't meant to be
but maybe someday we'll make it
"for the girl that has my heart"
you haven't said it once
I must expect too much
yet I have spent the years
building my own walls
strong, thick and tall
I guess we tried too hard
to make something come of this
when we both know we deserve
something more than just a promise
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