I sit here wishing what we all sometimes wish; I wish I could go back to February 26th. Or maybe even June 8th, or May 4th. A time when I didn't know how to show that I cared. I know now, but now is too late...My arms are open wide,
have a look inside my heart.
You'll see that it breaks for you,
you'll see that I really can love you.
Leave me alone, just go away,
come back to me, I'm so afraid.
But with the ode you are determined to live by,
I know you'll never love me again.
It hurts to reach for you when I'm down,
waiting for my turn to come around.
Just hold your breath and spare me,
I'll silence the harsh words of my heart.
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