Life goes on
and still I think of you
I’m starting to wonder if I always will
I want to reach out
I want to make things right
but I’ve got no way of doing so
that won’t defeat the purpose
Somewhere out there
you’re living your best life
(at least I hope you are)
while I can’t escape the shadow
that’s fallen over me
all because neither of us understood
ourselves or each other
And while I know all too well
that there’s nothing I can do
and that all this thought and torture
is for naught
Knowing and accepting
are two far different states
and some part of me refuses
to accept the truth
