I don't know you and you don't know me.
We talk as if we're great friends.
We say things like, "How are things?"
and talk about nothing at all.
We go along pretending
and carrying on shallow conversations.
I go on feeling empty and wishing I really knew you.
So many people have the opportunity and I am at a loss.
We go on growing up, I go on wondering.
Why am I so scared to try and be your friend?
Are you really better?
Am I that insecure?
This is so naive for me to feel this way.
Years have gone by and I haven't budged an inch.
You would think maturity would change my childish emotions.
I regret that the end is here
and my chance has almost passed.
We stand face to face,
and tears are running down my cheeks.
All of those around us
are saying their last good-byes
and we are sharing a moment that
makes me wish and wonder
as you give me a tight hug,
hold my hand in yours,
look at me deep in my eyes
as if you read my soul,
and wish me good luck.
As fast as the moment began,
it disappears-
and I'm left with a memory of the relationship
that never begun until
it came to say goodbye.
