Moving On Slowly
It has been many years since you and I
I'm not sure why
But everytime I think about you I feel like I'm about to die.
I need you.
More than anything, I need you.
Every time I see you on street and our eyes meet
my heart does nothing but this strange irregular beat.
I'm not sure if the way you look at me is good or bad.
I'm sure I'd know if I weren't so sad.
I know that now is not a good time
for you to hear my sad and depressing rhyme.
Alas for now I know I must hide,
Get rid of my feelings and put them aside.
I know we really are not meant to be
yet that doesn't really keep me from hoping for a someday, you see?
I can do this. I know that I can.
I'll let go of you as you last let go of my hand
and I will act like everything is awesome.