I cannot write about you anymore
I cannot tell our story
Simply because there isn't is one
And I see another being written
One of love and beauty
One of determination and pain
One that ends in tears
The happy kind
Not fears
But it is not mine
I've got too much on my mind
I'd say I've always loved you
But that would be a lie
You frolic in the summer
I'm in the winter of my life
And before you finally love me
I'm half convinced I'll die