An old film playing in the back of my mind,
Your presence, wandering, becoming lost in time,
Same old visions passing through my dreams,
For years and years they've played,
Torturing, reminding, of what it was and now has become
Just want to reach in, grab the source and remove the pain.
I don't mind however, this illusion that continuesly flickers in the back of my mind.
Loving the same person gradually makes you sick,
Holding on to them, no matter how hard the times.
But when they don't even notice your there,
Thats when it hurts the most, and though I reach out and touch thin air,
I still realise all the pain and bottomless despair.
Taking what you can for granted, not recognising the one thing I need
Something everyone wants from time to time, something that people should share.
Its a beautiful word...Care.
