Maybe.
Maybe, it’s just You and Me…
If I die right now, would you miss me?
If I said I’m sorry would you forgive me?
If I begged you one last time would you kiss me?
If I cried my hardest for you would you love me?
All I can see right now is how bad I’ve messed up, and how you love to point it out.
The blame is strong but the strings pull harder.
Oh how I’m attached to something that I can’t even touch!
How I long to be by its side, and how all the while has longed for me to go.
Could it be that I’ve been the foolish one?
The used, bruised, confused, accused one?
Could you possibly see it from my side?
How your words hurt me, cut me, kill me ever so softly…
One year so soon to go to waste?
Could I really be the one always wrong, always to blame, always the one feeling the shame?
Or is that how you play your game?
No one is perfect but you lead on to be.
The one filled with so much pride, watch as I shake your tower and watch you fall all because of a slip of words.
I love you meant something…
It’s over meant everything and now, now I feel the day approaching where I will no longer have that hand to hold, that warmth that made me secure, that feeling of being loved, and that same hand is the one to let me fall, fall, fall…
I fell hard for you, but the whole time I knew the falling would hurt once I hit the bottom.
The bottom came closer then I thought…
I remembered how I used to lose myself in your eyes, your passion, your voice…
Now all I lose myself in is sorrow, guilt and seas of tears that never seem to end.
Forgive me if I’m wrong, but to me you do not care, almost ignoring what I say or what I’ve done?
You ask time and time again the same thing, even though just moments before I had told you the answer to your question.
How could it be that it’s always my fault?
Why not anyone else?
How could it be that you are never wrong?
If I make you so mad, make your life so bad, if I’m so much of a burden, why talk to me? Look at me?
Speak of me?
It would be so easy if I could just walk away…
…If only I didn’t adore you, need you, want you, crave you, Love you.
(I sometimes wish I’d never met you…)
Maybe, we wouldn’t be here.
Maybe we would, but with someone else.
Maybe, it’s Human Nature.
Maybe, it’s Life.
Maybe… It’s just You and Me…
If I die right now, would you miss me?
If I said I’m sorry would you forgive me?
If I begged you one last time would you kiss me?
If I cried my hardest for you would you love me?
All I can see right now is how bad I’ve messed up, and how you love to point it out.
The blame is strong but the strings pull harder.
Oh how I’m attached to something that I can’t even touch!
How I long to be by its side, and how all the while has longed for me to go.
Could it be that I’ve been the foolish one?
The used, bruised, confused, accused one?
Could you possibly see it from my side?
How your words hurt me, cut me, kill me ever so softly…
One year so soon to go to waste?
Could I really be the one always wrong, always to blame, always the one feeling the shame?
Or is that how you play your game?
No one is perfect but you lead on to be.
The one filled with so much pride, watch as I shake your tower and watch you fall all because of a slip of words.
I love you meant something…
It’s over meant everything and now, now I feel the day approaching where I will no longer have that hand to hold, that warmth that made me secure, that feeling of being loved, and that same hand is the one to let me fall, fall, fall…
I fell hard for you, but the whole time I knew the falling would hurt once I hit the bottom.
The bottom came closer then I thought…
I remembered how I used to lose myself in your eyes, your passion, your voice…
Now all I lose myself in is sorrow, guilt and seas of tears that never seem to end.
Forgive me if I’m wrong, but to me you do not care, almost ignoring what I say or what I’ve done?
You ask time and time again the same thing, even though just moments before I had told you the answer to your question.
How could it be that it’s always my fault?
Why not anyone else?
How could it be that you are never wrong?
If I make you so mad, make your life so bad, if I’m so much of a burden, why talk to me? Look at me?
Speak of me?
It would be so easy if I could just walk away…
…If only I didn’t adore you, need you, want you, crave you, Love you.
(I sometimes wish I’d never met you…)
Maybe, we wouldn’t be here.
Maybe we would, but with someone else.
Maybe, it’s Human Nature.
Maybe, it’s Life.
Maybe… It’s just You and Me…
Drop it?
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