Is what I feel out of obligation or sincerity?
Cause quite frankly
Nothing's making sense to me.
I'm standing in a crowd of people
And all I see is you.
But I swear,
I don't.
I don't want to see you again and again and again.
You'd think once was enough,
But fate must hate me
To give me another glance of you.
I keep telling myself that this
Wasn't
How things were supposed to go.
There was so much left to do
To say
To accomplish.
Tomorrow was (not) our day to take by the hand,
But now Yesterday is dragging me back.
Clinging to me.
Since I'm the only one left standing there.
There's just one thing to do.
One thing left to say.
Then it'll all be over.
But
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't say the words that I've been dying to say.
I can't say "goodbye."
Goodbye was never an option,
But it's starting to sound like my solution
To this never ending equation.