Weak

I always thought I was a strong man
Till what never came to be
Took control and left me burdened 
With lost dreams and fantasies 

Had I done a few things different 
I wouldn’t have to say goodbye
But this hole in my soul’s
Getting bigger with time

I’m not sure what’s left to say
Except I’ll carry to my grave
Every thought of yesterday 
From all these years of wanting you

I’m not saying that it’s over
Nothing’s farther from the truth 
I’m made weak by these feelings 
And realize it’s no use

I’m sorry, cause I know that 
More than once I’ve crossed the line
By saying that I love you
A bigger fool you will not find

And I’m sure you’re sick of being 
In two places at one time 
Wherever it is that you are 
And also on my mind

I’m not sure what’s left to say
Except I’ll carry to my grave
Every thought of yesterday 
From all these years of wanting you

I’m not saying that it’s over
Nothing’s farther from the truth 
I’m made weak by these feelings 
And realize it’s no use

I’m made weak by these feelings 
And realize it’s no use
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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