Was It Me That Changed?

And then when I thought all was well and good, a certain calming enriching my soul, Something brought me back; a chill ran down my spine It hurt to struggle in order to hold back the tears As it so many times previously And when I knew I would see your face again One way or another it didn’t help to ease the pain For some reason not like those precedent tiresome days I knew you would never be back, I knew I had changed, and not for the better For some reason the fact of never seeing your face, Changed me on the inside A forceful blend of the bitter lies, as well as the naivety I knew it was no use trying to persuade my self that I would see you again Maybe its because I no longer believe you have put me first? Maybe its because all my revelations were right I knew a man could never change I knew you would be too good to be true And yet is it too much to ask, that you at least call upon me? When you need to talk? When you want to talk… As I lift these rose colored glasses off my eyes, and embark on a black journey As I wilt the wishes I had wished before As I overcome obstacles, come what may, As I yearn for the day when I will hear your voice, see your face, And once again say, that I was dense to think you didn’t love me, As sit here wondering, I cannot help but think if this happens for a reason, Are you drifting farther and farther away from me? Or am I drifting farther and farther away from you? Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 11:48 AM PST    0 • 1