Silhouette

It is very late, and this is the last place that I should be, but here I sit alone in the dark parked outside on your street Only hours ago, when you had last spoke to me, you told me that you were tired and going to bed early But as I look up at your bedroom window the light is shining as bright as the sun, and I sit there wondering to myself should I just drive away and run? But my curiosity gets the best of me, and when I gaze into your window my broken heart starts to bleed I can see your silhouette but yours is not the only one, another one stands so close to you and you don’t even try to run I watch as this silhouette walks into your arms, and then it appears that you kiss her, and I know that my heart was wrong It shouldn’t have believed you when you told me that all that you did was fight, and that it was only me that you laid there dreaming about every night This wasn’t a moment of weakness on your end and your loneliness shining through, this is what happens every night I believe when I hang up from talking with you I’ve had my suspicions and my insecurities, because for a while now it has felt as though you’re trying to pull away from me You’ll tell me in one breath that you’re trying to get along and keep the peace, but in the next your words to me say something differently You’ll tell me that you’re living in hell and that only I am making it easier to bare, and you’ll tell me that you despise her and that you can’t wait to get out of there But your silhouette tells another story completely the opposite, it looks as though she’s the one that you really love and me, I am just a regret A problem that you must face head on and figure out what to do, how you can walk away from me after telling me I love you? You just got too attached and you knew you were living a lie, but I’m the one that must pay for your indecisiveness and your ever-changing mind I’m the one that must sit here and take more than I can, and remind myself that you’re not whom I thought you were and that you’ll never be my man I must see that the proverbial writing is written all over the wall, or in this case your silhouette in your bedroom window casting you in a completely different light, one that isn’t flattering at all How could I have been so naïve and let myself be led astray? Was I that lonely or just desperately needing to hear the words that you would say? How can you stand there holding her when you just spoke to me? Do you have no conscience at all? I just can’t believe You’re lying to us both but there is nothing that you think we can do, but my love this ends now because she can have you If she wants to stay with you after you have given your love to someone else, then that is on her and not myself So, as I start to drive away, I see your silhouette start to move out of view, and I silently say goodbye knowing that tomorrow you’ll know these words are true When you call me in the morning to tell me more lies, I will have to tell you that I also have a surprise Then you can tell me it isn’t true, I was only seeing things, that what I saw was innocent it wasn’t what it seemed And then I will reply holding back my tears, that I won’t be second choice so go ahead and live out the rest of your years Don’t think of me, don’t call me, don’t even look my way, because last night your silhouette told me all that you needed to say.