Silent_wanderer4

Different People, Are Different. 

Everyone has a problem.
          Everyone has a thing.
          Everyone has a story.
          And everyone, has a dream.

Now that the year is gone. 
          I'll say my goodbye, I'll try and go on.
          Now that you're happy, you have a good life.
          We say our goodbyes, we drop the knife.
          Our chapter is over, the story must play through. 
          They've cast our parts away, now I'm done with you.
          Every time I try, or at least jump out of the way.
          You come to me yelling, No! Not today!
          I don't know what else to do, I'm over you.
          I hope you understand.
          Just let go of my hand.
          

I've run out of words to say.
          My heart is done for the day.
          You're gone, but I don't know the form.
          And from now on to my self I will scorn.
          I see no fate, no point in pushing through.
          Now I know how she felt, because now I've lost you.
          We're not meant to be.
          I just wish I could've been able to see.
          It huuurrrrts.
          Soooooooo bad. 
          Why'd you make me think you were something I could have had?
          The tears won't stop coming!
          The flow won't stop running!
          Please, say goodbye.
          So I know you're alright.

We except a love we think we deserve.
          

Scared to the bone. Lost and alone. Confused and scarred. It's so freaking hard. Crying and staying up late. Who knew this was my fate? Not the first impression I wanted. Pushed and confronted. Never understood and assumptions surround me. Nothing's as true as it could be. Embarrassed and ashamed. I was shunned and lamed.

In another life, I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away.... The one that got away.

We used to be so close. And that's what I miss the most. We would laugh and cry but we hade each other, so it was alright. But the hardest thing I've ever done, was saying goodbye...

Old friend, why ya so shy? ain't like you to hold back, or hide from a lie.

you never truly realize you love something, until it's gone.