It's been so long since the last time I have talked to you.
Your not mine, and never will be, I knew.
Looking at your pretty face, what a view.
My love is only given to a few.
Since you've been out of my life, things ain't so nice.
You were my motivation, you had my admiration.
But now your just fragment of my imagination.
I'm not meant to love, that's my explanation.
I tried so hard to get your attention.
But now that you mention, that was all for redemption.
Due to the absence of affection, my rationality's detention.
My broken detection, of my emotion's reflection.
You just happened to come across my mind, your injection.
Too bad I never know when I'm rejected.
Ill conception, my cause for deception.
Thinking I could never be good enough, for someone like yourself.
Even though I now have someone of my own, I'm not able to let go.
It's just too strange, for someone so deranged like myself.
No matter how much time passes throughout the years, I never seem to be prepared.
Is it that I'm simply a coward, simply too scared?
I never seemed to care, to cross the limits of my own personal fears.
Maybe I should just give in to how I think I should live my life?
Watching the world, it's inhabited, here in the shadows.
Never wandering beyond it's borders.
Turning the cold shoulder.
Failing to grand access, to what lies inside my heart, until I grow older.
What would you do?
Why ,that when it comes down to the game of love, I remain so cruel.
If only I knew, why I never told, even though I knew that my feelings were true.
I never got over you.
