How ironic, how selfish.
You and me both.
Did we not move on?
Didn't we burn our chance?
A sinking sailboat.
You know that's what we are.
Trying to convince ourselves otherwise.
Trying to ignore the stated obvious.
But are we just fools with too much
past in our hearts?
Perhaps we just just didn't burn our bridges
But I can't understand what could possibly
be left here to fight for?
It's been years with these questions.
Years of being on the search for something
to hold on to.
Something firm and steady.
Searching for that one place that will
never drift away.
How very foolish we are.
Being on a trail of anger and bitterness.
This will never resolve anything.
Trying to be the one getting by with less.
Without a destination.
Without a map.
Just with feelings hanging in a thin line.
Such a dangerous place to be.
Not just messing with our feelings,
but with our future well being.
If this breaks more than just our hearts,
it's going to destroy our inner core.
Leaving, at least me, totally uncapable of recovering.
I'll always fall down into this broken hole.
I don't want to be forever broken.
Never being able to piece myself together.
There is no other way.
There is nothing else to say.
We're just two fools;
with too much past in our broken hearts.
This is messing with any logic sense of thinking.
Right now, love is the last thing that matters.
I can love you.
I can miss you.
But at the same time be better off without you.