You've been searching for some meaning, needing more than some aesthetic start; needing more than what I give you now.
I've been dealing with the feeling of a frightened boy and contrite heart; I wonder if I'd ever show you how.
I know it seemed so easy to get what you wanted.
But, I don't think I have it in me.
I know I've ruined everything you wanted to be.
And I'm sorry.
I remember pushing softly, never wanting more than you could take. I was starving of what wasn't mine.
But, you could see me masquerading, planning all the moves I needed to make. You could see right through my lithe design.
I know it seemed so easy to get what you wanted.
But, I don't think I have it in me.
I know I've ruined everything you wanted to be.
And I'm sorry.
I can understand you now. I know why you're running away.
At least, you know that I'm hurting.
I'm hurting everyday. (Don't you know that I'm sorry?)
I'm sorry.
I can see the clouds are parting. I can see the bright and golden sun. I can sit and watch it from afar.
I can see the moon approaching, shedding all it's light on everyone. I can see the sky turn into stars.
I know it seemed so easy to get what you wanted.
But, I don't think I have it in me.
I know I've ruined everything you wanted to be.
And I'm sorry.
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