some people will never know how lucky they are,
they may say they do,
but they don't ever know truly how lucky they are.
She threw away what I wanted,
She used to have what I longed for,
She has the memories I know I'll never have
She's etched in his heart - the space I'll never fill.
Guess she'll never know of this envy,
or amusement that came over me
when I discovered this realisation.
Guess she'll never know...
You too.
I want so much to tell you everything.
I want so much to say it all out and loud and proud, and the list goes on to describe my yearn.
But I can't.
and I know, the passive me will let it all go before anything even happens.
What has
he been up to, lately?
How'd he feel if he knew there's someone who thinks of him, just hoping he's alright and hoping to catch a glimpse of him to make their day?
You don't make my days count, but you sure make my day.