Feb 07, 2005 17:31
Yesterday I opened up last year's notebook,
And there lied some ancient notes from you.
As I opened them up to take a look,
Those old feelings were brand new.
For the last time, I asked myself
When did we have anything left?
Were the secrets and respect ever kept?
How did we sleep at night knowing how we felt?
No matter what I did or how I said it,
I did love you, and I have guts to admit it.
But the fights were so steady, it had to quit.
So new wounds opened as our love split.
How could I just throw away,
All the time spent with you each day?
I know it was me who chose it that way...
There were just too many childish games left to play.
But on the good side of this, not yet buried,
To think, our love was one sweet and steady.
But I didn't think that thoroughly.
It was bound to end, and just about ready.
But as I dusted off that old notebook,
I took a second to look at,
What I foolishly gave away at bat.
I had everything I ever dreamed of,
And I thank God for letting me.
I had everything, and drama, and him,
I had fights, and joys, and tears,
I had memories of us together and cares,
But I had to realize that even though
I was in love with the wrong person
and we weren't meant to be together...
What we had was something special.