It was a simple thing, when we were “us”, and I thought that it could last. But you told me no, and I let my head hang low, for my repeating past.
I showed my tears to you, and let you hear me cry. When you felt bad, knew I was sad, I thought I wouldn’t have to say goodbye.
But now everything is different, and now I doubt so much. It seems I cannot let any one near, for fear, of life without your touch.
I told you that I loved you, I poured with my heart. But you turned away, and now