Maybe someday I will stop thinking about you.
Maybe one day I’ll meet somebody new.
Someone who will sit and ponder whether I am,
Thinking of him too? But now it’s just you...
I do not like hiding my feelings, but in truth,
That’s what I’ve done. Just so you wouldn’t think
You could have me and use me anytime you want.
Because eventually, you would knowingly see…
Did it not feel good to finally talk to me?
Your voice sounded as if it truly did.
You can not make someone feel something they’re not feeling.
But you still can not help yourself to try.
It’s the only thing you can do, to stop hurting.
So let us just leave it at this ending.
I’m guessing that was our last and final goodbye.
I’ll never forget those certain details.
Like how blue your eyes were, the bluest I’ve seen them,
They looked blood shot from you almost crying,
As if you were trying to hold back some kind of hurt.
In retrospect, I wish I'd said something.
I wish I could have that same moment back again.
Not another chance but that moment.
But thank you for holding my hand until I was,
Finally ready to have my mind be cleared.
But allowing me to chase you if I need to,
Because perhaps one day I later might,
Find myself leaving another sappy message,
For you to listen to repeatedly.
Maybe you will play it again this time next year,
Of me wishing you a Happy Birthday,
But knowingly never on the right day.
It is always a week after, because
That’s when I finally need to feel hopeful again.
To justify my existence to you,
Is not currently simply all in vain.
Secretly wishing you forgot my name.
Never write a depressing love declaration,
Because you will read it again someday.
(Tomorrow morning) Things probably would subside,
As you question your true feelings again.