Gotta Go My Own Way
It was fate that we became friends,
Because i needed you there.
I loved your sweet smile,
And i adored your cute hair.
You made me laugh when i wanted to cry.
You gave me hope when i didn't even want to try.
I felt so safe when our fingers were entwined.
I only wish that i could still call you mine.
If we still talked, i'd tell you that i still miss you,
And all of the words that i used to say, they still remain true.
But none of that matters now, right? You've already moved on.
I guess i'm the only one who's stuck in the past.
But don't think i haven't tried.
Everytime i do i find reasons to still hold on.
Like when we were together, i was always fine.
Or the times we'd walk to absolutely no destination,
And we would always hold hands while doing so.
You used to hold me like I meant something.
You used to talk to me like you cared.
Now i don't know what i did to make you hate me,
Or to make you says things you know would hurt me,
But i can't handle it anymore.
The only reason i held on is because i thought maybe,
Just maybe, you'd come back.
But i can't wait around for that anymore.
Because it's eating me away.
And although it pains me to say,
I've gotta go my own way.
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