I loved you.
You loved me back.
But we were two fools who were scared to admit it.
And as the days slowly progressed
I was loosing my chance to be with you.
I was young.
I was stupid.
I didn't know I would regret this chance later on in my life.
I didn't know I could cry so hard.
I didn't know I would have this heartache.
And I was clueless to know,
that I would ever fall in love with you.
... until now...
I tell myself not to love you.
Not to give you a chance to break my heart.
Yet I catch myself daydreaming.
We're laughing, smiling, and the look you give me,
Its full of love.
I could look into that stare forever and longer,
but a snap of a finger brings me back to reality.
Brings me back to the horrible fact
that I may have missed my only chance to be with you.
Then there are moments when I guess you love another.
Someone in your rank.
Your status.
Your special girl.
And suddenly tears are rolling.
Rolling down my cheeks, to my chin, then on my pillow.
And I realize somethings wrong.
I've repeated this phase more then once.
I tell myself to never fall in love.
To never fall for you.
To never repeat the pain I felt.
To keep away the tears.
But theres always something about you.
Maybe its that smile you show.
Maybe its the laughs you give me.
Maybe its the talks we have.
Or maybe its just that your my everything.
That chance I had back in the past,
That was my chance.
It may have been the only one I'll ever get.
Which hurts me inside.
I wonder if I'll ever have another.
Another chance.
Another one of my chances.
Because you may not know this but,
Even though you've hurt me,
Even though you've made me cry,
Even though I may not be perfect,
I love you.
Though I tell myself not too, I do.
And maybe.....I always will.
