I'll whisper your name, like the last breath of summer escaping at the onset of autumn's chill
I'll think of you from time to time, like the goose thinks of the lake, to guide it back home
I'll yearn for what was, though I know it may have been a fantasy
Still those blue eyes pierce me, and will forevermore
It is all that guides me to this yearning
Wasn't that what brought my mind to you, regardless?
A deep yearning for the adoration you showed another
How deep a man's heart can be, when he puts his mind to something
Yet I find myself at odds with what one man can do, and what I long for
I peel back the layers of rose red petals I wrapped around this story
I took off the pink sunglasses that made all of the red flags into regular flags
And after this process I came to know that all you did was for you
Was all I did for me?
Oh, I wanted the chase, I wanted to seek you out when you hid and show you love like you've never known
It was for me, to ease my own aches and to relish in the thrill of the chase
I won't deny it
But why am I here? Why am I dwelling on it?
There is an answer
It's because of the loss
A gaping hole in my chest where someone I loved used to be
A man who embellished in my sins, and wanted to provoke me into further darkness
It wasn't a dream, and it isn't a regret
But I stare at what it was and wonder
What would you say if you knew me, now?
What would you do if you saw me, now?
Would you turn tail and hide?
Would you yell at me?
I closed the door a long time ago and shut away everything I felt
Because I hadn't yet understood the weight of my actions
Now it falls upon my shoulders and turns my head and I see you, in the shadows, longing for my demise
I'm on a pleasant road
The world has turned kind to me
I can drink coffee and write my stories and read my books, unrestrained
Despite everything, I hope that you are well
And if you see me in your shadow
I hope that one day you say hello
And we might be friends again, like we were so many years ago
I loved you with every bit of my heart
I'll never tell it to you, again
But I will hold this truth to me
And remember that there was a time, when I was innocent, too
I'll think of you from time to time, like the goose thinks of the lake, to guide it back home
I'll yearn for what was, though I know it may have been a fantasy
Still those blue eyes pierce me, and will forevermore
It is all that guides me to this yearning
Wasn't that what brought my mind to you, regardless?
A deep yearning for the adoration you showed another
How deep a man's heart can be, when he puts his mind to something
Yet I find myself at odds with what one man can do, and what I long for
I peel back the layers of rose red petals I wrapped around this story
I took off the pink sunglasses that made all of the red flags into regular flags
And after this process I came to know that all you did was for you
Was all I did for me?
Oh, I wanted the chase, I wanted to seek you out when you hid and show you love like you've never known
It was for me, to ease my own aches and to relish in the thrill of the chase
I won't deny it
But why am I here? Why am I dwelling on it?
There is an answer
It's because of the loss
A gaping hole in my chest where someone I loved used to be
A man who embellished in my sins, and wanted to provoke me into further darkness
It wasn't a dream, and it isn't a regret
But I stare at what it was and wonder
What would you say if you knew me, now?
What would you do if you saw me, now?
Would you turn tail and hide?
Would you yell at me?
I closed the door a long time ago and shut away everything I felt
Because I hadn't yet understood the weight of my actions
Now it falls upon my shoulders and turns my head and I see you, in the shadows, longing for my demise
I'm on a pleasant road
The world has turned kind to me
I can drink coffee and write my stories and read my books, unrestrained
Despite everything, I hope that you are well
And if you see me in your shadow
I hope that one day you say hello
And we might be friends again, like we were so many years ago
I loved you with every bit of my heart
I'll never tell it to you, again
But I will hold this truth to me
And remember that there was a time, when I was innocent, too
