There's always gonna be another mountain. I'm always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna have an uphill battle. Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side. It's


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Friday, July 10, 2009 @ 7/10/2009 07:34:00 PM




He's got something special.
He's got something special.



I mean, he's got something really special.
Or maybe, there is really something special about him?
Either way, it doesn't matter anymore.
Because I did not tell him.
If he knew, he wouldn't have went away.
Away from me.



I just wished he knew.
I just wished I had told him.
But I was scared. Scared of rejection.
And now, I will have to stay in the background.
Far away, and never coming back.
Ever.



I just wished he knew.







It seems oh-so simple at first.
You showed me signs.
You made me hold my hopes ever so high.
I knew it.
You were afraid of rejection.
But i wanted you to do it.
I made it obvious.
I did whatever i could.
But I guess, it's not enough for you.




So here I am, trying to make myself visible to you.
But I guess, it's not worth it.
It's already too late.
So now, there is only one thing left to do.
Say goodbye.
And vow never to see each other again.





Goodbye, my love. Goodbye.