I try to let go, and fate pulls me back.
I imagine myself telling you,
And I picture the expression on the back of your head,
As you turn away, and shut me out.
I begin to get over how it will never be,
And the song I like, the song you gave me,
The one that reminds me of you, and us,
It plays, unaware of its tormenting melody.
I used to love this song, when it meant you loved me.
I will never forget the night we walked home,
Singing this song, arms linked, drunk.
I wanted to sit out and watch the stars with you,
But you had to work in the morning,
I had nothing to do, but dream of you.
I want to be there, beside you, when your eyes close.
I want to be the last thing you see before you fall asleep.
I want to be the first thing you see when you wake up.
I want to be with you, but I can't.
It's too hard to let go,
But it's even harder to hold on.