I believe it
When she says she loves me
When she kisses me
When she holds me
I can tell you she needs me
From what I believe
From what I feel
but are feelings everything?
If I have a feeling that does not mean that you have one too?
If I am crying inside can that mean that you are blue?
I didn't read the fine print and now I expect you to be a mind reader
And I can't expect you to be able to see the future either.
I sit there silent as my thoughts fly out of my cracked window
She tells me the bitter truth, confirming there are things that I don't know
If I still love her through the things that we have been through
Can't the jury see this as hard evidence and solid proof?
Am I hurt or did I truly expect this?
I have no right to try and be selective
I have no right to tell you just what I want to
I guess I hope that my soul is see through
I wish that you could window shop my heart leaving finger prints on my window
Knowing that I am not a god send leaves me confused and wondering which way to go
Can you force destiny?
Can you put faith in me?
I love the way you make me feel but I can't describe it
I put your happiness above mine but that's not the choice I am going to ride with
I want to find a happiness that includes the sad
So that we don't miss out on the fun that we always could have had
So that we are not looking back asking where did time go
But we are in the crowd laughing and enjoying the show
We can do this if we are both all in
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