I thought there was a reason, for the memories in my head
I thought that perhaps in time, they would be slowly put to bed
It seems there's no change to be had, no new story to be told
I'll continue the way I had planned, though with no one here to hold
It is rather strange to consider, how much these things have changed
How simple things turn sour, and hearts be re-arranged
Had I not been so controlling or not been so unsure
I wouldn't be feeling this sadness, deep inside my core
I'd hoped that you would long for me, miss me like I do you
But it seems that I have made my bed, I'll have to lie in it too.
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