I stare at her as she stares back at me.
I wait for it to happen, I count 1... 2... 3...
But it never happens cuz I'm on 8... 9...10...
I can't take it so I count over again.
1... 2... 3...
Then she says to me,
"I don't feel the same"
And she walks away. It is me that I blame.
I'm not the most lovable guy,
but when I talk they look to the sky,
hoping and praying it will soon be over
cuz I'm not as lucky without a 4 clover.
I see what they think and think what they feel.
I just hope and pray it isn't for real.
But it is, it is me.
me, the one they see.
I walk away into the night.
Nobody notices as I walk out of sight.
I keep walking and no one stops to say "hello"
So I keep walking and I go.
I leave before anyone else can hurt me the way I am.
I go home and all the emails I get are spam.
I go to bed and turn out the light,
thinking only of how I'm loosing the fight.
I can't keep going, I can't hang on.
And before you know it... I'm gone.
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