With My Face In My Hands...

With my face in my hands, I fear the worse My reaction to what may come, in my mind I rehearse It will require great courage, for what I am about to perform Hopefully you will understand, somehow we must conform It seems as if with the changing of life, this road I must also pursue All the schemes you’ve produced, all the times you’ve been untrue I think I may have made a wrong turn, down this road of life Sealing my mouth shut, just to avoid relationship strife Although not completely disappointed, I envisioned a bit more Blindly overlooking reason, because it was you I had come to adore I’ve falling face first, into a rather large river of denial Can’t say I will be walking away, with anything worthwhile Many times I spoke aloud, pleading for you to hear me out I now see I must begin where I was before you, without So with my face in my hands, contemplating my decision Nervous how you will take this, your reaction I try to envision Perhaps this is also what you want, perhaps your reason for pushing me away This brings new hope to my decision, I feel an urge to lift my head, and I obey The time is near, we’ve made a date I cannot let my emotions, cause me to hesitate I know I am about to make the right decision I cannot change my life, but I can propose a revision