I still see you while I’m sleeping,
I still feel you,
Although I’m fleeing,
Fleeing from fears formed through forgotten failures,
Fears that are no longer present,
Yet your presence is now more than prominent.
It’s been close to year since you cut those ties,
Casted shadows over what you thought were lies,
I may have been wrong in what went on,
May have sang all the wrong songs,
But what you knew and I know,
Have been different all along.
You stole from me the very thing I loved true,
By ridiculing me through and through,
Now I sit here 2000 miles away,
Still hoping I’ll see you some day,
Is that crazy?
Am I still forsaken by your individuality,
Or am I still stuck in my own washed up warped sense of this brutal reality.
I guess that’s just not up to me,
From the very beginning,
I never imagined winning you over,
I never envisioned that you’d stay,
But what we think and what we want,
Hardly ever match up anyway.