Pathetic

the title says it all

it describes who i am

i had my hand on the trigger and i couldn't pull it

symbolically speaking that is

you were there..

i was there..

timing couldnt have been more perfect

but in between all of that i had to think and ask my self..

am i worth it?

..because i knew that you were and are

and will always be

but i still have no idea what you think of me

a friend?

or just Crystian?

Crystian is who i really am..

but im also really your friend..

but i really want to be so much more..

but you'll never know

because im simply pathetic

and when im old i'll look back and regret it

not this feeling

but the fact that i cant confess it

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