You were the boy that was always caught
between the lines of fantasies.

Now you know the truth.

What could have been will never be
and I'll be standing here
while you are drifting far from me.

Why couldn't you stay?
Why couldn't you stay?
Why couldn't you stay,
and forget every circumstance?

It's not my choice.
I'm not this sentimental.

You held every piece of shattered stepping stones
between your fingers.
Drank my tears and almost cried
when I told you the news.

I wish you would leave.
I wish you would leave.
I wish you would leave,
and forget these illusions.

Your telltale breath
will linger close
and cling to my neck,
but your lips
will be parched
and aching.

06/25/2004

Posted on 06/25/2004
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