I choke when I open my mouth.

I want to tell you,

But my moral strings are holding me back.

I want to beg,


Demand that you stay.

But you've already gone.

You slipped from my grasp.

The end of 'Us' was not my intention.

And no matter how many green fields

Lie between you and me,

I am always willing to go the extra mile.

I'm scared,


Our differences cannot be counted

But with you, I am me.

What if you don't understand.

How can I tell you how much I need you,

How much I miss you,

How much I want you back.

How can I tell you when I'm so certain.

So sure,

So convinced,

That you don't feel the same way.