“You can’t hurt me”
Small sigh
“I would never”
Little lie
“I trust you”
Big mistake
But one step is all it really takes
“I love you”
The words blur
“And as do I”
Yeah, for sure
“I have never
felt this way”
Too bad he didn’t mean to stay.
It was April when it all began
The little pieces crumble
I felt it from the first “I’m tired”
And his thoughts began to fumble
No longer was it
“I see us there”
You used instead
“God permitting...”
And all the moments that we shared were
“Slipping from my memory”
I danced around my room singing
“It’s you, it’s you, it’s you!”
And my dumb self already knew it -
“You’re not okay, are you?”
You used to say that when you prayed
At the old church by yourself you’d say,
“May the next girl be my wife,
May the next one be the love of my life”
I came along so unexpected -
Could that have been what had happened?
Could this have been a sign from above
That I should be the one you love?
But despite what He had made true,
That was not enough for you
So you picked up and returned what you were gifted
And claimed that all your love had shifted
Said you won’t go back
Back to her
But I should have known -
That you returned
Returned to all that taunted your dreams
Returned to what causes your miseries
I claimed to you I’d be your wife -
And I’ll cling to that dream for all my life
I cling to it still to this day
That you’ll come back -
And finally stay.
A haunting story of love so true
Too bad it was only one of the two
But I fear not, for I will see
The day that you’ll return to me
For we were beautiful - we were good
There was nothing we’d misunderstood
There was no fighting
There was no hate
Had I just met you far too late?
Far before your heart was torn
Before you blindly walked into the storm
Before your heart settled on wrong
Before your thoughts held on too long
Before your brother took that chance
And made your life an avalanche
Before your head was traumatized
Before you had those sad, sad eyes
Before you felt your worth expire
Before you tied your heart in barbed wire...
Before then, if I had met you,
Would there still be hope for us two?
Small sigh
“I would never”
Little lie
“I trust you”
Big mistake
But one step is all it really takes
“I love you”
The words blur
“And as do I”
Yeah, for sure
“I have never
felt this way”
Too bad he didn’t mean to stay.
It was April when it all began
The little pieces crumble
I felt it from the first “I’m tired”
And his thoughts began to fumble
No longer was it
“I see us there”
You used instead
“God permitting...”
And all the moments that we shared were
“Slipping from my memory”
I danced around my room singing
“It’s you, it’s you, it’s you!”
And my dumb self already knew it -
“You’re not okay, are you?”
You used to say that when you prayed
At the old church by yourself you’d say,
“May the next girl be my wife,
May the next one be the love of my life”
I came along so unexpected -
Could that have been what had happened?
Could this have been a sign from above
That I should be the one you love?
But despite what He had made true,
That was not enough for you
So you picked up and returned what you were gifted
And claimed that all your love had shifted
Said you won’t go back
Back to her
But I should have known -
That you returned
Returned to all that taunted your dreams
Returned to what causes your miseries
I claimed to you I’d be your wife -
And I’ll cling to that dream for all my life
I cling to it still to this day
That you’ll come back -
And finally stay.
A haunting story of love so true
Too bad it was only one of the two
But I fear not, for I will see
The day that you’ll return to me
For we were beautiful - we were good
There was nothing we’d misunderstood
There was no fighting
There was no hate
Had I just met you far too late?
Far before your heart was torn
Before you blindly walked into the storm
Before your heart settled on wrong
Before your thoughts held on too long
Before your brother took that chance
And made your life an avalanche
Before your head was traumatized
Before you had those sad, sad eyes
Before you felt your worth expire
Before you tied your heart in barbed wire...
Before then, if I had met you,
Would there still be hope for us two?
