When I stand in front of you.
I wish that I couldn't see you.
It's foolish of me to so, I know.
But standing there, with my gaze
Fixed on yours...
It just reminds of too much.
I wish I could forget.
But the thought of you is too rich in my mind.
Your touch is too familiar. Your voice,
Like a song I wish I could forget.
Why do I wish all this?
Perhaps I am too afraid to tell you.
Perhaps you have secrets of your own that you keep.
You beat a little too slowly now.
I try to help you.
I try to give you enough.
You choose to leave.
How did I wrong you?
I wish I knew.
Was my soul not full?
Was my body too weak?
I have too many questions.
That I wish you'd answer.
I wish that you had stayed closer,
Instead of moving on faster.
I wish that you had spoken,
Instead of leaving me broken.
I wish that you'd thought of me,
Instead of leaving my company.
I wish that you felt my touch,
Instead of complaining that it was too much.
I wish that you had saved this,
Instead you stole with bliss.
I wish that you had had courage.