You just walked away,
Fear.
Didn't look back,
Regret.
So scared of...
well, What?
Me?
Us?

When people ask of me
what is it you say?
Are you embarrassed?
Ashamed?

Thoughts belong to people
and I don't care what they are.
You think it's you and me,
and quite a lot of people
But
it's just me and you.

I want you to realise
that the game is over,
We both want this
But if you can't accept
the change, then the spark will
begin to fade

I can be serious,
Can you?