Most days I feel fine.
I can even turn up a smile
whenever I think about it;
whenever I wonder about
the what could've beens,
the what should've beens.
But still,
there are days like this
when just the thought of you
can somehow tear me up in two.
What else can I do,
but just to brave it through?
Because it seems like
I couldn't help it;
I couldn't help but remember
that I was the girl -
and I realized
that somehow I still am -
The girl who stood
in front of a boy
and almost
asked him to love her.
Yet, fear held her back
because she believed that
asking for love
will always have
strings attached.
So she walked away
and just let the words
curl up and die
within her lips.
Never knowing then,
and learned of it too late,
that the words she was
too afraid to say
was just about
to leave his own lips,
as he tried to fight
his own fears.
If only she
had just given him
a chance,
or even just
a second to speak.
Another big city on another long flight
wake up and I miss you in the middle of the night.
Maybe you want me,
or maybe you don't...
