I think I know you better,
than you probably know yourself.
I know your inner most feelings,
along with your fears and most of your doubts.
There is a wall of resistance,
where love once laid it's head.
Not all the choices we make in life,
are nessessarily, the wrong ones, that we dread.
Try as I might, I don't know how to reach you,
to make you trust in me.
You are blinded by this bright light,
of past nightmarish memories.
So, as I just go on believing,
that maybe, someday, someway,
you'll awaken with that ole familar yearning for me.
To be as we were once, when I thought you were mine.
Not as we are now..... This sad memory.
Copyright © 1997 By Katie~