The Writers Weren't Kidding About The Good Things Must Only Live In Our Hearts

Jul 26, 2005 12:16

Two roads split off from here...
I can't let on how I feel about you.
Do you know how terrified I am of getting hurt? I don't want to get in over my head so quickly like I've done in the past.
My life goes running in opposite directions
I don't wanna let you go, cause I will never find a guy like you, ever, and I don't wanna tell you what I'm thinking cause it will ruin our friendship. Which part of me is left? I feel so close and yet I am so far Cause I know you don't feel the same. We both know that I'm not what you need. You need someone wild and exciting and exotic and unpredictable and as hard as I try I don't think I could ever be any of those things. Even though I'm generous and cute, I don't think I'll ever be quick-witted like you are.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am and who I want to be
But I can't just let you leave town thinking that I don't want anything to happen between us.
Time starts moving faster than I can
But the fact that you are leaving makes me want to back down. I can't hold you back. I can't hold you down here and say that you have to stay. That would be so selfish of me, even though I'm so lonely without you.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what we call...a tragedy.
I'm too tired to sort this out.
I can feel my mind wandering again...to what I don't know
And will I ever ge home??????!
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