Chances are we'll never stick.
Not like glue.
Not like anything you
Could hope for.
I'm not a psychic
But if I were
I'd tell you everything
You wanted to hear
And nothing more.
Because you come first;
Always and forever.
That's not to say
That I'd have it any other way
But it would be nice
If anyone knew
What I actually felt
For you and only you.
But again...
That's only what I
Want to hear.
And this was never about me.
Only what I wished
For us to one day be...
But as each day,
Week
Month
Year
Passes, you begin to wonder;
Will that day ever really come?
Or am I ****** to a lifetime,
An eternity of praying for you?
Fingers crossed
That those promises made
Will be kept?
...
And if not...
I'll look into my crystal vision
And I'll tell you what you want
Because it's your happiness or mine
And as I've said before
I choose yours
Every time.