muse
You make me remember the person I wanted to be
So quickly how I remember that I am not
I am no where close to what I wanted
I question if I know what I want
I catch myself floating off to places I'll never go and things I'll never see
Rehearsing in my mind what I would say to you
I guess I get carried away because you like me more everytime we talk
You tell me I'm pretty and you mean it.
The alarm clock reminds me that I'm all alone
I hate that I know what I want, because what I want doesn't exist
The person who said it is better to have loved and lost than never to never love at all, never knew what I knew
I hate that the love that I want, isn't even real.. you aren't even real
I wish that I didn't know love, it's so much easier that way
Then I would never know what I was missing
I think maybe if I didn't hurt, I'd be more complete
We both know that's not possible