If you're even wondering if it is about you, then I tell you now - Yes, it does. But, probably there is just too much in your mind now - too much to even hear my whispers. I've even been shouting it out, but, you're simply too preoccupied to even notice. (or) Probably, I simply have too much pride - it's not that you don't notice, you simply wouldn't want to entertain...
The longing stayed too much. I've tried to get it off, but it simply sticks in. Someone told me - I was even stupid to let go, but the situation asked for it. I could not push on thriving over the futility of everything that was coming in. No one was blamed over what has happened, but we both know how unclear everything went. It was a bizarre ending for quite a beautiful story...
Now, I find my self viewing you from a window. I made so much stupidity in this world, but probably, the worst ever was giving up on you. I would want to budge you out of there and make you see that I am here. But, I could feel you'll simply budge back and go back in. I had the chance, but I chose to throw it out - Now, it's haunting me...
Nevertheless, I'm not mean enough to think ill. How dramatic it may seem - I still want to see those smiles on your face. Which is why, even if everyone is pushing me to do it, I'll simply have to halt and stay on ground. It is not because of the uncertainty of my success, but for the safety of your happiness. I'd be waiting; hoping; but never praying...
I would be here wishing everything was not a bizarre ending, but a plot to make something more out of that beautiful story.
The longing stayed too much. I've tried to get it off, but it simply sticks in. Someone told me - I was even stupid to let go, but the situation asked for it. I could not push on thriving over the futility of everything that was coming in. No one was blamed over what has happened, but we both know how unclear everything went. It was a bizarre ending for quite a beautiful story...
Now, I find my self viewing you from a window. I made so much stupidity in this world, but probably, the worst ever was giving up on you. I would want to budge you out of there and make you see that I am here. But, I could feel you'll simply budge back and go back in. I had the chance, but I chose to throw it out - Now, it's haunting me...
Nevertheless, I'm not mean enough to think ill. How dramatic it may seem - I still want to see those smiles on your face. Which is why, even if everyone is pushing me to do it, I'll simply have to halt and stay on ground. It is not because of the uncertainty of my success, but for the safety of your happiness. I'd be waiting; hoping; but never praying...
I would be here wishing everything was not a bizarre ending, but a plot to make something more out of that beautiful story.
