I feel like I should run,
But my feet are glued to the floor,
I ran last time - for myself,
Because I was afraid of what you could do,
Now, I'm still afraid,
But I can't find the will to run,
No, its not will..
I just don't want to leave you,
Even if I am afraid of the pain you can deliver to me,
I'm waiting with my hand outstretched,
Because somewhere along the path, you got pulled away.
The distance put a strain on me,
I could feel it on you too,
The tension in your muscles,
I still vividly remember your wet cheeks,
How odd I remember that as strongly as I remember how warm your lips were,
Cold and Sad versus Warm and Happiness,
Such contrasting things you made me feel on one day,
In a single moment.
I've never woken up and been at peace until I was with you,
Just looking over and seeing you there,
That was enough,
Enough to get me through the day, the week, a year.
I feel like the only reason you'd ever leave is because of the distance.
Its hard, I know.
I keep looking over expecting you to be there, so I can share a story with you.
I'm working my life towards one goal alone.
You.
I care of nothing else really.
My life is being planned and you're the number one ingredient.
I know why Lisa doesn't understand us.
She feels like you've back stabbed me and she doesn't understand why I keep forgiving.
First of all, I'm pretty sure the hurt has been delivered and received by the both of us.
Second, love is just that. Forgiving and forgetting.
Love is the person you'd get hurt over.
Lisa doesn't understand that.
She isn't capable of forgiving someone she felt 'loved' her.
She wants them to put her in some cage, where she'll never get hurt again.
But love isn't like that.
Granted love does open up a whole new world of happiness, but its not filled with JUST simple happiness.
Nothing is ever that uncomplicated.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I met you in real life first.
If I had actually lived down there.
I feel like I was meant to be there.
Not here.
Its so odd.
Feeling like you don't belong in your homeland.
I don't know what to do with you.
You're such a complicated man.
You seem like you'd be simple.
But in reality you have so many twists and turns, its crazy.
I don't think most people realize that about you.
I never knew you were sensitive until I actually met you.
Meeting you felt like I had just been introduced to you for the first time.
You really are different in real life.
I can read you a lot better.
You're not some book that I can't figure out.
So I suppose I wasn't fascinated with you because I couldn't read you,
I was fascinated that you, such a normal man, could capture my heart.
I was fascinated that I had finally found someone that I would gladly give up my selfishness for.
You're someone special.
Someone most people never meet in one life time.
But my feet are glued to the floor,
I ran last time - for myself,
Because I was afraid of what you could do,
Now, I'm still afraid,
But I can't find the will to run,
No, its not will..
I just don't want to leave you,
Even if I am afraid of the pain you can deliver to me,
I'm waiting with my hand outstretched,
Because somewhere along the path, you got pulled away.
The distance put a strain on me,
I could feel it on you too,
The tension in your muscles,
I still vividly remember your wet cheeks,
How odd I remember that as strongly as I remember how warm your lips were,
Cold and Sad versus Warm and Happiness,
Such contrasting things you made me feel on one day,
In a single moment.
I've never woken up and been at peace until I was with you,
Just looking over and seeing you there,
That was enough,
Enough to get me through the day, the week, a year.
I feel like the only reason you'd ever leave is because of the distance.
Its hard, I know.
I keep looking over expecting you to be there, so I can share a story with you.
I'm working my life towards one goal alone.
You.
I care of nothing else really.
My life is being planned and you're the number one ingredient.
I know why Lisa doesn't understand us.
She feels like you've back stabbed me and she doesn't understand why I keep forgiving.
First of all, I'm pretty sure the hurt has been delivered and received by the both of us.
Second, love is just that. Forgiving and forgetting.
Love is the person you'd get hurt over.
Lisa doesn't understand that.
She isn't capable of forgiving someone she felt 'loved' her.
She wants them to put her in some cage, where she'll never get hurt again.
But love isn't like that.
Granted love does open up a whole new world of happiness, but its not filled with JUST simple happiness.
Nothing is ever that uncomplicated.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I met you in real life first.
If I had actually lived down there.
I feel like I was meant to be there.
Not here.
Its so odd.
Feeling like you don't belong in your homeland.
I don't know what to do with you.
You're such a complicated man.
You seem like you'd be simple.
But in reality you have so many twists and turns, its crazy.
I don't think most people realize that about you.
I never knew you were sensitive until I actually met you.
Meeting you felt like I had just been introduced to you for the first time.
You really are different in real life.
I can read you a lot better.
You're not some book that I can't figure out.
So I suppose I wasn't fascinated with you because I couldn't read you,
I was fascinated that you, such a normal man, could capture my heart.
I was fascinated that I had finally found someone that I would gladly give up my selfishness for.
You're someone special.
Someone most people never meet in one life time.
